So Much.
To pluck from a wondering mind brisk words of applause
when on golden mornings
I watch a sunflower slowly lifting its stiff grass coloured
under-vest to expose more
yellow petals to a small breeze busying rose trees with
delicate brushing, I note
their flushes as nature pours droplets of nectared dew
ready for bees that scan
frilly sweet-pea for signals with gratitude\'s buzz-waltz
followed by dazzle-tall
foxglove heads greeting post-night with velvety nods
and while marigold regalia
politely shakes welcome to daylight my hope to phrase
these floral awakings with
aptly penned tribute and do credit to beauty by poetry
pales with so much to see.