The Arbor
Mary’s arbor is adorned
with white petal tresses
and twists of heritage roses
that wander wistfully upwards
with perfumed breezes
that waft in luxurious languor.
Sweet scents woo hummingbirds
to sip its pistil delights
while monarchs fly in to play
then zigzag away
where restless bees hum and indulge
to a distant tune…
…in a place where sunlight
happily winks
with unfettered delight.
6/7/2021
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