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