Floral Thoughts of Timbers
a brood lumbers in the fold of an oak - slumbering
while mary go round and round - catching the affections of her father
under my bed - blooms are enchanted to leave
and a hidden mole peaks from pink lace like a blackeye susan emerging from a field of golden hairs on the hills and valleys below your waste - dew
passion and tenderness, a peter and cupid caress - springs forth bunnies and children
there innocense - now frolics from a twinkle in their parent's eyes
like laundry hung out to dry - the warmth of spring and pastels of her petals subdues children to huddle, enfolded in her downy comforter
by
Martin Braun
3/19/2020
Copyright © Martin Braun | Year Posted 2020
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