So Much.
To pluck from a sparkling dawn brisk words of applause
when on golden mornings
I watch a sunflower slowly lifting its ruff-tight corsetted
under vest of nectared
yellow while nature pours forth droplets of insect food
on awakening blooms,
when bent rosebuds loaded in dew for bees straighten
and marigold faces
politely shake welcome to morning my hope to quill
these floral blessings with
adequate words which do credit to beauty by poetry
pales with so much to see.