Puddle of Petals

Dedicated to Evelyn Judy Buehler. I love the joy and color she brings to her poetry! Pink puddle of petals, precious underneath the parasol tree. Celebrant-pear in bridal white — pairs walk down the chapel aisle. The vigor of a garden dressed — up and down the rows, I’m restless. Blossoms of bittersweet passion — red and tangerine attraction. Sunspree of yellow jonquils — tiptoeing tiny-tim-like through them. No mortal map or shovel can undermine the undiscovered pearly gate of Eden. Roses blush with tinted cheeks — a suitor pinches a couple dozen. Black-eye in the center of a coneflower — red-tinged-xanthous Susan rays of Summer. Precious and few, our foray of the perfect, the most extensive, the coolest environment. Golden buttermilk rose, with its ruffled petals — pleasant scent neighboring the paprika yarrow. What worth Eden — its treasures of rainbow showers, scents that are mind boggling, its puddles of petals? 3/22/2021