June 1

He Loves Me He Loves Me Not


He loves me, he loves me not he

Loves me, the white petals tell me

As they drift slowly to the ground

Falling to earth without a sound

Scattered all around, telling me our loves agree


No answer from the yellow core

The flower is useful no more

Have I wasted all its glory

Confirming my own love story

No longer in the garden for bees to adore?


(A Florette #2 Poem)

April 11

The Four Seasons


Orion stands up in the sky

Silently unique snowflakes fly

Woodstove full and warmly glowing

With each moment days are growing, lips and skin dry


Up in the sky Leo now sits

New jeweltone flowers are sunlit

Songbirds are back to raise their young

Cleansing raindrops to dance among, warming a bit.


Scorpio rises up at night

Flowers everywhere glowing bright

Arm sleeves rolled up over shoulders

Lone bonfire ember smolders, cool sheets just right


Pegasus marks the shorter days

Trees put on colorful displays

Through fallen leaves hiking boots crunch

Birds and butterflies by the bunch migrate away.


(A Florette Poem)