Monday, May 14, 2012

And flowers

April brings baseball, "Sweet Caroline," and flowers.
May gets drunk on the purple wine of flowers.

Springtime opens its parcel of blossoms and gifts:
Praise God for breezes, warmth divine, and flowers!

Thoroughfares are blithe with daffodils!
Violets, pansies, roses combine, O flowers!

We practice nepsis, eager expectation --
Waiting for rain and the first sweet sign of flowers.

"Keep off the grass," admonishes a placard;
Are there dogs and cats who like to dine on flowers?

In Fr McNichols' Madonna-and-Child icon,
Christ holds the modest columbine, blue flowers.

A ladybug, that spotted token of luck,
Creeps meekly among the green spines of flowers.

Oscar Wilde, esthete of the white lily,
Often sought the anodyne of flowers.

When can we forsake our occupations,
Roll in the lush green clover, recline in flowers?

The trellis outside this suburban demesne
Is graced with a long bright trailing vine of flowers.

Georgia O'Keeffe wrought massive canvases:
With labial petals, she'd design her flowers.

Romantic adolescents dreaming dreams:
Amid the city's rust, you pine for flowers.

Haters will hate, and lovers will love, true, true:
Bury this happy androgyne in flowers.

The sacristan adorns the orient chapel
With incense, icons Byzantine, and flowers.

Tom, with your sparse wit and your big old belly,
Surprise your buxom valentine with flowers!

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