Ode To Brugmansia In the Heat of Summer 2011

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A glimpse out the window morphs into a gaze Brugmansia, your mystical delicate beauty clears Air conditioned stupor. There you sway Gracefully grasping toward thirst-quenched solidity. Firmly rooted one strand beyond limp susceptibility Leaves randomly ragged from young rodents' teething Swelteringly bearing the dark side of nature Fresh blossoms emanate dignity's essence Despite gloomy doomsday predictions Angel trumpeting goodness and peace.

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Don Johnson

Date: 8/12/2011 8:27:00 PM

Brugmansia comes out to play, and johnson was here earlier today, but the soup kept him back, till he slipped in a ferret, the result was something, i have no where to wearit, today:(

S.Jagathsimhan Nair

Date: 8/12/2011 7:41:00 AM

Looks like it is so hot out there..this poem is but very cool, Nancy...you saw collision more than collusion in " love poem"..you were right, but partly..in the latter part ,that is, .. jag

Goode Guy

Date: 8/11/2011 11:33:00 PM

nancy, i saw one of these trees once, and had to stop a take a picture, now i know the name of it. thanks. ;-)

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 8/11/2011 6:52:00 PM

Hi Nancy....hope you are having a great evening. I feel like I have accomplished something today. Pulled weeds and planted flowers.