As I stand in my garden amongst my flowers,
a parade of butterflies comes a drifting,
past my lovely brilliant Primrose rock garden,
and kiss my purple Cone flowers, blooming.
They all kissed my rainbow painted Daisies,
drifting over to my bleeding hearts, drooping,
settling on the white Campanula trumpets,
kissing the Columbine, by the fence, growing.
The blue Larkspur called them for a kiss,
so the tiny rubies pranced over dancing,
between Yarrow, Sage and yellow Tick seed,
they spotted Echinacea and came flying.
Floating, they kissed the orange Scabiosa,
then the parade left with wings a fluttering,
O, just stopping for a quick sip of fountain water,
and off they went, a parade of rubies, a drifting.
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June 6, 2013
Poetry/Rhyme/Butterfly Kisses
Copyright Protected, ID 06-483-757-06
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
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