In bloom, so you are,
Grand flowers, plates, ersatz leaves ~
The better for that.
The first of your kind:
Made Ceratopsians sneeze ~
A shock of colour.
Pruning suits you not,
and sure, why should it? Pointless ~
Give us more flowers.
This land is so old,
doesn’t even realise,
How evil it is…
… but after each Spring,
you blanket the soil ~ a gift:
A bed for Angels.
magical thoughts, well done.
🙂
love this – mysterious and unpredictable, a thoroughly enjoyable read
Thanks.
this is perfect.
Hello,
Hope all is well.
Appreciated your support to Jingle Poetry Community, your inputs add light to our place, we would love to see you around weekly…
Welcome sharing your talent in our new garden home.
Random piece or old ones are welcome too.
Bless you.
Happy End of August.
Hope to see you share today.
xoxox