Springtime Menagerie

Tea for me
Outside today
In the bower cafe
I’m watching all the buds appear
In honor of our stately King
Sprouting upward, outward and skyward
Leaping near, soft carpets, of Creeping phlox
Wreathes for roses
Breathing in clouds of mist
Weeping cherry umbrellas
With their cotton candy tufts
Hanging over big green elephant ear flaps and tusks
Towering atop the living rocks
In purples, blues, yellows, greens
Such a colorful menagerie
Enfolding me
The sun is breaking free
And My mind is buzzing
But for a moment
I’m a sitting bee
Kelly S Griswold

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