Springtime Menagerie

Tea for me
Outside today
In the bower cafe
I’m watching,
As all the newly born, buds appear
Abiding in the vine
In honor of our stately King
Sprouting upward, outward and skyward
Leaping near, soft carpets of creeping phlox
Reaping wreathes, for roses
Breathing in clouds of dainty mist
Neath the weeping umbrella
With it’s cotton candy tufts
Hanging over big green elephant flaps and tusks
Towering atop the living rocks
In purples, blues, yellows, greens
Such a colorful menagerie
Enfolding me
The sun is breaking free
My mind is buzzing
But for a moment
I’m a sitting bee

Kelly S Griswold

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