Glossy, heart-shaped leaves of galax
ringed ‘round the lingering lilacs
that played across the garden gate,
bent now – bowed from foliage’ weight.
Wild roses replace Venus et fleur
having a sweet natural alure.
Chicory and Madonna lily
grow here and there, and willy-nilly.
Bachelor buttons and blue bonnets
clothe the field with unsung sonnets.
Coreopsis and black-eyed Susans
frolic with their rambunctious cousins.
Of all the flowers God has wrought
I love the ones that were last thought.
Haphazard flair of wild flowers
bestow joy with dewy showers.
Galactic marvel; Gallant Galahad to swimming gala.
Gallery of sirens lying galore; a sexy display.
On bed of Galax, a living Galatea, he sees Hallah.
A tactical Galago, he jumps wooing the gal to play.
In Galician, her Lactose voice: “Bring me Venus.”
Her wish send him in alacrity to the galaxy.
Over Milky Way and planets, he flies a genius,
Defying Big Bear and the Pleiades in vanity.
His tic, he mocks Galileo he meets high above.
He dances proudly around the galactic plane.
Gall he shows to grab the great Goddess of love,
none but Hallah;“Galah!”from her throne she mocks in disdain!