Sunday Morning Rhapsody
The early morning walkabouts
gathers in the view
an ocean tide of green yellowed sprouts
splashing throughout in garden cue
as flower buds edge forth upon the turf
and petal blossoms flutter down to earth.
It's late spring n pause assumed
upon the garden splash
when flowers once budded and bloomed
but never seem long enough to last.
but there it is, a rhapsody
somewhere hiding in tree leaves.
Unseen but well heard
a ballad for the seasons repeating
an echoed repertoire of a mockingbird
filled with spring and summer greetings
calling out melodies earth-shaking
enjoy the Sunday morning with little hesitating.
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