flourishes near a swamp
across the road, “beaten” path,
a row of daffodils
lonely red tulip
within the shrubbery–
splintered sticks, dead leaves
fingers folded together
the flower is resolute.
‘bitty bird walks up
broke branch which leans against
the tree trunk
disappearing [dark hollow]
does its fierce heart beat faster…?
leaping, stepping up
short stairs [flying] left the earth
gray mockingbird sprite
who yanks dried grass from the mouth
of a standing extinct pipe
Have you ever brushed a yellow Dandelion across your face?
—it’s like learning a new language.
Will they let me in on the secret [?] —
buried treasure, universe;
particles of snow drifting in the blue sky.
No, wait, its white cherry blossoms disintegrating.
like a precious jewel
round moonstone set in a ring
rain on a green leaf
there’s moisture on the surface
makes me wonder if plants sweat
thin fingers, petals
slowly unveiling, hints
and faraway buds
treetop shy flowers disrobe
warmer weather persuading