Painted Brushes
Ancient painted woodland rushes,
nature's beauty, painted thrushes,
homeland under vivid bushes,
lovely Indian Paintbrushes.
Deepest, dearest, darkest red,
scented, softly in my head.
velvet stem and softest leaf
colored beyond all belief.
Tickling that which it touches,
sentry keeping guarded watch as
danger passes, gentle swatches
of all time and breath she catches
Yellow cousin, next of kin,
palest fragrance, fair of skin.
Summer scented sweetest two
living, light-filled gift to you.
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