Ode To Azaleas
No work or worry is required of me.
You grace my yard year after year--
ravishing red,
pleasing pink,
and wondrous white.
Your appealing petals steal my
attention from the engrossing
novel I hold while resting
on the porch.
You thrive despite gusting winter-like
winds and floods, but your lease
on life is short.
Your flourishing blooms
are destined to diminish and
die by late-April, so I will
gratefully enjoy you
while I can!
March 11, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's March 18 Premiere Contest
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
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