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