Enclosed please find a poem i wrote for the salon ladies.
we four.
blooms entwined in a common grace.
we patterned, composed
and one of a kind.
sometimes synchronous and
never too far afield-
measured this season's mystery
with divine appointment,
met coincidence no more,
as we bent with breeze
and bowed with rain-
flourished in each sun,
rise up
baked with fragrance
we delectable, we inscrutible four
marveled in secret our inmost
with a hush and downturned smile
stamped crumbs off the plate.
blooms entwined in a common grace.
we patterned, composed
and one of a kind.
sometimes synchronous and
never too far afield-
measured this season's mystery
with divine appointment,
met coincidence no more,
as we bent with breeze
and bowed with rain-
flourished in each sun,
rise up
baked with fragrance
we delectable, we inscrutible four
marveled in secret our inmost
with a hush and downturned smile
stamped crumbs off the plate.
*wild applause*
ReplyDelete1. you wrote! and 2. i love it. i wish that i were a bloom.
that is JUST what i needed to hear. i knew youd understand. no one else did. :0
ReplyDeletealso, you are totally in bloom. i only hang out with gorgeous flowers.