The crape myrtle is full of itself,
decked out in fine Summer blooms.
You’d think it was going out for lunch,
or receiving guests for afternoon cards.
Of course, it’s just keeping up with the petunias
wearing purple and white, everyday the same.
And, they’re determined not to be outdone by
uppity impatients sneering at them from the shade.
My God! A yard full of one-up-it petty “petalites”.
The grass, in lingerie shadows, will not be left out ,
and nothing will stop the pines and pears from
braiding their leaves with moon-dyed ribbons and stars.
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Just lovely, and I like how each line grows a little longer.
what a delightful image this conjures up!
Now I'm "jonesing" for a prettier flower bed.Cool idea for a poem, Pat!
Gosh Pat I just loved this!
Especially these ending lines, 'and nothing will stop the pines and pears from
braiding their leaves with moon-dyed ribbons and stars.' Excellent
Love it! Reminds me of a poem I wrote a couple years back called the The Young Oak Tree.
I like! ;)
If i say loved it again .... i wld be doing injustice to the piece
adored it ... simply adored it
alok
very nice -- wish I was there to see it.
warm air floating through the pines, and movement from noon to the night with this delightful show quietly going on. Really like this, Pat.
I'm in the garden. This is a very nice piece. I may have to return for another read :)
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