Playing peekaboo With the dirt below Whimsical petals In the sun glow In pastel shades Pearly white Tiny flowers rise To hug the light Kissing the dark Cold dirt goodbye Embracing the day Reaching for the sky
Where have all The flowers gone? They’re lost for now Beneath the ground In the dark Their bulbs now sleep Finding rest While buried deep Finding strength For what’s to come Awakened petals Reach for the sun Hope springs eternal Winter’s done
What’s it like to be The most popular flower Adored by all Whether sun or shower A beautiful bloom In whom the bugs delight The most popular flower Round, yellow, and bright For a sip of nectar They come day or night
Why name one a flower, Call another a weed? Both petals and stems Grew from dirt and seed.
They float on the air To tickle a nose The sweetest notes From the bud of a rose Enriched with jasmine And apple blooms A bit of sweet pea And pampas grass plumes Planted with love As bluebirds softly sing About the goodness The spring garden brings Pollen and petals And butterfly wings
It was on the banks Of the rushing stream Where wild mosses grew Plush, damp, and green That a tiny yellow bud Began to flirt Peeking a sunny head From drunken dirt Unwilling to wait For the sun to rise Higher and higher In a summer sky Singing birds confirmed Spring had arrived
In the depths of darkness A secret lies in wait Hidden but a moment Soon to reveal its fate After days covered By dirt and mud These necessary evils Create a perfect bud That will soon blossom For all to see Awakened by the sunshine A spring flower soon will be
Tiger lily stands tall And lets out a roar Reminding all He will not be ignored; At the first sight of orange And black spots and stripes All the flowers bow down To this predator’s might; He’s the fiercest in the garden Showing no regard For the solitary rose Or daisy army in the yard;… Read More Tigers and Dragons, Oh My!
Picked from the dirt Right where they grow Arranged in a vase On long stems for show; Petals plucked And counted one by one Blooms pressed between pages Or neatly hung; As keepsakes dried With memories, inside A flower left alone Will beautify outside; Decorating the land And pleasing the eye Scenting the air From… Read More Flowers
Fill your life with color That will seep into all your days Blending away the blues And smudging out the grays; Make your finished portrait A collection of each day Stretched across a canvas A scene, ready to display; As artwork, you’ve completed Through blood, sweat and tears Only truly finished When your signature appears