Poets Pulse
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening…
Green and purpling vines,
Landowners between the lines.
Beyond the willowing pines,
Spring’s surplusity sublime.
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening…
Conifers a leap, in front of creek,
reminiscent-flooding was not meek.
Caught in my wide eye that week —
the bubbling serendipitous freak.
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening…
Wraparound fence a lá wisteria blooms.
Honey and carpenter bees, hornets zoom,
‘round about its heady-cocktail’d perfume.
All aboard the buzz of springtide costume.
Weepy and willowy
purple and greening
Spring is a-leaping and lording
raising a poet’s pulse, an unpreventable affording
of contentment—
sickness of singing feathers, courting
unforgettable fetters
of magical colors, supporting
one’s cause for rhyming
hypnotic, its timing…
3/31/2021
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