hibiscus fashion
luminous fuchsia hue
high noon sentinel
ALANA
Alana Fauna
How is your flora?
Is it growing happily?
Or is it in need of replanting?
While I have your attention
Is your bake sale manana?
It should be held before everything
Goes stale like bread or you haven’t
Anyone to help you with it
When at the bottom of the garden
pottering in the potting shed
plying those in need of weeding or reseeding
then putting all the plants to bed
she spotted and picked up a flower pot
which seemed to say 'Forget-me-not'
but as it looked somewhat more forlorn
she promptly unearthed filled and began
to sprinkle a little H2O here and there
with her trusty old watering can
altho' some clearly may have been seen to droop
and a few of the flora nearly fade away
it did the trick and in the nick of time
she brought them back and bravely saved the day
Observe the garden ninja
on the attack
a leaf blower
strapped to their back
and a lawn mower
but no sack
to collect the clippings
let alone picking up and putting in
the garden waste wheelie bin
merely making noise
severely reducing weeds
and flowers alike
'til they're nought but seeds
and when they strike
producing fumes
from badly-burned
fossil fuel ill-consumed
on the wind to be returned
from whence they once were
all flora is sadly doomed
soft as a butterfly’s kiss
invisible as a dragonfly’s wings
busy as the whirr of the honey bee
tasty as a honeysuckle trumpet
familiar as the mourning dove’s song
lazy as ol’ Mud Creek flows
comfortable as well-worn slippers
happy as an angel in flight
comforting as lullaby lows
secretive as Geisha fans
polka-dotted as dark crystal skies
clouds mimicking monotone artists
a color palette as brilliant as Monet
a flower's momentum
never interrupts the observer
both exist in prolonged beauty
only the distracted and distant
note disruption of decay
There is but one thing in my life that matters,
one ounce of sand, the rest is finger extensions,
caught in the side breeze — that is all you need,
one thing to keep — oar the aspen river rose.
Flora and fauna are in hiding.
No life stirs to do the day's biding.
Feisty dog days are back
in violent attack!
No sign of humid heat subsiding!
flora and fauna
troubled by the scorching sun~
near their extinction
See within those starry skies,
Beauty of binding vines,
Fluorescent meaning lies,
In its parting petals spouting lies.
A clams soft pink shell,
Glints in thousand little pearls,
They glide gracefully and swell,
Winding around the rivers swirls.
The white serpents eyes are peach,
Tempting, soft but out of reach,
High up in the turquoise trees,
It's flicker preceding a cool breeze.
The glowing fruits are unfamilar,
No beauty is ever similar,
Eating one would erase the river,
As well as the beautigul glimmer.
The grass shall sustain instead,
The roots of the waters might,
It's coming from the river bed,
And will surely set things right.
The peachy glimmer on waters shell,
Relinquishes its glow for now,
Floras torrent said go back to hell,
No calm waters at this hour.
The grass has grown in your head,
No ecosystems full without fauna,
Water fuels both now one is dead,
Powerful serpent still along a
River
buds begin to leaf
begging for bucolic growth ~
flora in full dress
(May Full Moon – Cree)
I will be very pleasure,
if a world is without war,
Globe has faced two world wars,
resulted in loss of vegetation,
Swiss stayed out of world wars,
Still it has stunning landscapes, I wish to see the world as it is, to enjoy global flora and fauna, You will be surprised to know, the world military expenditure, it is above 2000 billion dollars, And it shattered world economy ,
Bombs scared landscapes,
And tanks flattened mountains, Save our green planet please ,
for the future generations.
trembling dry leaves
cling to close-knit exhausted twigs ---
green leaves and stems laugh
summer fades away
as fall emerges refreshed ~
flora take succor
uniformity
flocking together to aid
an inclusive task
July 3, 2023.
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