call us back to
innate beauty with sure bursts -
flute-shaped furlings
by chance to gaze -
bright golden sunlight kissing
your blooms lightly
billow and swirl
ye winds of March April May -
astound yellows
they sing the songs
of joyous Easter season -
yellow poui
craft the mornings
repair the noon day angst
of fiery swoons
gently your hand
deal; for only a short while
these *poms exist
add a frame of
poesy; words to linger
as blossoms fall
© gillena cox
*poms = pom-poms shortened
Revisit
piercing
sunbeams
Sunday Lime 1
The golden aura of poui can still be seen on the mountain sides; so uplifting
Sunday Smiles
How is your Sunday going? Today is #31 in the series 'Sunday Lime' To share with me you can EMAIL me; you can COMMENT; and you can enter a LINK from your blog, at the Linky below
Poetry Pantry 248
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And back-linking to
Sunday Whirl Wordle #205
