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Allamanda, Our Trumpeters
Opening my eyes after a night long rest
I cuddled in my soft cushiony bed
And looked outside my sunny arched windows.
The glorious king was lazily greeting
My cottage garden laden with white garden chairs
Around the green lawn glistening with the night's dew.
My heart warmed and a smile curled up my lips
To see my burgundy and yellow allamandas
Rioting my curved casements.
After devotedly worshipping their sun's majesty
They embrace the fresh monsoon breeze
To gently swing to its tune.
My blooming buttercups wait rapturously
For me to potter around and rest
Beneath their intoxicating fragrant bowers.
Then full throated they blow
Scrolling open their gold and purple trumpets
Towards the glowing eastern horizon.
The frail winged butterflies
And the feathery curved billed sunbirds
Welcome their invitation to excavate
Their juice filled syrupy tunnels
Prepared overnight for their little creamy bellies,
Thus keeping the trumpeters continuously obliged.
I lay out my table with my pearly lace tablecloth
Pull my white garden chair to watch
Blissfully the honeysuckles joining the guests
As they pop in and out their beaks sipping their nectar
While I sip my aromatic coffee from freshly ground beans,
Life meant no past, no future, just the present to behold.
December 22, 2015
Contest: Theme # 2 Flowers
Sponsor : Skat A
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Balveen Cheema
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