Longing for the flowers that adorn my garden patch
I open wide the door that I imagine sits unlatched
Inside this magic land of mine, I'm longing to explore
every dainty blossom bud arranged with sweet adore
Une belle Epoque, "a period of high artistic view"
each boutonnieres is a whisper of, " and how are you ?"
Abiding in the charms of my annual florets,
I sit and take to wonder, how it is that we first met
It was Maytime and the sun was oh ! bran new
yes we were enamored and we stuck like crazy glue
Two petals sharing one flower, we clung like poetry
leaning on each other sharing secrets, drinking tea
Oh but that was long ago, when love was all we knew
two flowers growing wild aside some gentle feverfews
Steadfast as the sun and moon we were back then
as I sit here in my garden for the life of me,
I cannot remember, when ?
Categories:
boutonnieres, appreciation, love, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Quote: In the dusting of the springtime scented smiles of yesterday,
lingering softly in my mind, on this beautiful month of May;
Tender petals fresh anew fragrant perfume fills the air
in my garden wedding venues garland crowns and bands of gold
Wafting kisses lacey skirts by springtime fair
Enjoy the daisies, marigolds and boutonnieres
let the ghosts of winter sleep beneath the sweet magnolia tree;
Faeries, Maypole Dancers let them share
garlands, ribbons, tea time laughter too
Flimsy shawls for evening walks breezes barely there
secrets shared in hush tone whispers by the garden square
Watch the fairies dance around in the thicket forest patch;
Fountain wishes copper pennies let the hopes renew
paradise awaits us dear won't you come home too
large peonies pink as roses, sweetly blossoming for you
walk the pathway view my flowers, soaked in morning dew
let the memory lead you back, down the primrose path.
Categories:
boutonnieres, appreciation, feelings, flower,
Form: Rhyme
Night roses dipped in purkinje, tendencies of blue
lost inside this dream I urge the winds to carry me
onto the hammocks of the night where antic roses lie,
moonlit soaked and mulched aside a big blue moon ;
Festoons of flowers strung across the midnight sky
scented florette boutonnieres of Saints and Gods
Angel wraps and gauzy shawls caressing softly stars
lost in a shimmer high above the sea , I am nigh
In exploration I am closing in, onto sweet allay
loosening the strings of yearn for my turtle dove
here in home sweet heaven, timeless as a rune
soaked in purkinje, eternally making room.
Categories:
boutonnieres, romantic love,
Form: Free verse