La Dolce Vita
Life of the holy man, sequestered, unnatural
A fancy hat atop his red gown for his alleluia…
Down on the lowly branches lands a red bird
On natural wild wings he sings a mating woo
Loved for his striking feathers, he’ll fare well
Colors of precious blood, make him a mystic
Earning him spiritual powers so pagan-native…
Vying hardest is that cultivated flower of luv
In petal form perfected long before the magi
The original scented pinks lost to red pursuit
A root’s kumbaya unheard as her thorny plea…
(12/30/22 For ‘the cardinal and the rose’ contest)
Copyright © Susan Woodrow | Year Posted 2022
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