Floral Fantasies
forsythia fields
fragrant flowering foxgloves ~
flourishing fern fronds
Grandiflora
garden gatherings
glorious gardenias ~
gated greenery
Hilltop Heights
hallowed hideaway
heavenly heathered highlands ~
halcyon haven
Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Haiku
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Posted on July 19th 2020
Early spring crocus
Hardy purple pansies
Tall clusters of verbena
Vines of morning glory
Arabella clematis
Ornamental allium blooms
Lupinesque wild indigo
Slender wild hyacinth
Faithful canterbury bells
Dignified cattleya orchid
Vibrant effervescent cyclamen
Statuesque gladiola
Cosmopolitan heliotrope
Spiked liatris flowers
Grandiflora petunia
Magical mystic merlin
Unfurling crested iris blossoms
Climbing cascades of wisteria
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Submitted on May 30, 2022 for contest PURPLE FLOWERS sponsored by NAYDA IVETTE NEGRON FLORES - RANKED 2ND
on March 10, 2022 for contest GARDEN INSPIRATIONS sponsored by BJ LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
and on May 7, 2021 for contest NATURE POETRY sponsored by REGINA McINTOSH
Originally posted on February 19, 2019
ODE TO THE HYDRANGEA
Misunderstood little Mophead,
They call her ‘Changing Rose’,
Her colour comes from the soil
And the acidity in which she grows.
Chorus: Water in her name,
Water in her veins.
Blue Azorean stranger,
Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea.
Graceful in the half-sun,
She turns pink with added lime.
At home in the Himalayas,
Found globally over time.
Water in her name,
Water in her veins.
Blue Azorean stranger,
Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea.
Not a flower but a shrub,
Grandiflora and Annabelle
Splash their petals radiant,
A most hardy perennial.
Water in her name,
Water in her veins.
Blue Azorean stranger,
Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea.
The soil and my wallet was exceedingly poor
Like building a house without any door
My garden needs flowers but nothing would grow
People were coming to visit the show
So I planted some pips looked like speckeldy seed
Compliments were flying as did those trumpeting bells
Just when I thought that no one could tell
" Sir this is not Beaumontia Grandiflora"
Said a nerdy old lady surrounded in aura
White flowers enhanced by the backdrop of green
Stopped oohs and aahs and the Parisienne perfume
" ..best looking Jamestown weed that I have ever seen"
Stuck like syrup on my fingers somewhat in between
Like a cocoon is to a butterfly;
You too shall blossom into great beauty.
Your simplicity is filled with inspiration.
You are breathtaking, much like the words of Shakespeare.
Life molded into delicate petals;
Infused with a heavenly aroma of light rain on a mid-July evening.
One of life’s great experiences is to capture the scent of you on a warm spring day wind.
You’re a symbol of passion, love, romance;
But you also symbolize the simple pleasures of life.
The flame of the forests blushing
In the dewy cool of the morning air.
Peach blossoms hearken spring’s arrival.
Comes summer, Amaltas golden bells ringing.
Forget me not, Magnolia’s lover.
Yesterday today tomorrow’s, bloom.
Together with the clouds, lightening
Thunder, eating away the blue skies.
O! Maulsari, it is you,
In your full grown majesty,
Bestowing those white star
Aromas, on my wee little world.
Chorosia, You naked white barked Mexican.
Have you no fear of winter charmers?
The fascinating ornaments you throw up,
Will wither as seasons change.
Alas , the birds have flown away.
The crusty leaves flutter in silence.
Masquerading Sarus, standing in defiance.
Waiting the deep winter calls.
Lord ! let me hibernate, till,
The springs bloom again.
Ref:
1. Butea Frondosa (flame of the forests)
2. Peach Dr. Hogg (Peach blossoms)
3. Cassia Fistula (Amaltas)
4. Myostis Palustris (Forget me not)
5. Magnolia Grandiflora (Magnolia)
6. Francesia Latifolia (Yesterday today tomorrow)
7. Mimusops Elengi (Maulsari)
8. Chorosia Specosia (Chorosia)
9. Cupressus Sempervirens (Sarus)