Dots dashes spots splashes
Patterns of Morse code for the bees
Moths and flies fly from skies
Descending from up in the trees
Finding sweet nectar treat
At the tail end of winter freeze
Early blooms fragrant fumes
Wake insects from their winter zzzz
Naturette Poem
8 lines with the following syllable count and rhyme scheme about small finds in nature.
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1st Day of Spring
Cornelian Cherry
In three square feet of sidewalk
Riotous blooms unnoticed
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While across the street
Humans jostle position
Focused on free water ice.
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Morning clouds quickly
Overcame the
Flame at the edge of the world.
The gray day is a
bellows igniting a
Flowery inferno.
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Anemone japonica
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White Japanese Anemone blooms
When the days grow shorter
While lighting up garden rooms
Wonderful during the season’s third quarter
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How lovely are these flowers
Happiness on a stem
Hanging on into colder hours
Heroic late season gem
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Only people who dare traverse
Onto garden paths in fall
Open their eyes and are immersed
Oddly in the beauty of it all
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Nearing the end of the season
Nifty leaves change their hues
No they’re not the only reason
Needed to get out and enjoy the view.
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( A Trolaan Poem)
Night Blooming Cereus
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Single bloom filled the evening greenhouse with its scent
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Glowing in its aloneness among the many greens
Warmed by heater, cooled by ridge vent
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Oh so regal, a true hot house queen
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The fragrance designed to lure moths and bats
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Night time flyers privileged to see the show
Too bad this ecosystem is ruled by thermostat
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This bloom moths and bats will never know
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Rainy Day
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All this month’s rain has my flowers flopping
Poorly drained soils now a slip and slide
From humidity there’s no place to hide
There’s fun to be found in puddle hopping
Endless gray skies show rain is not stopping
Cut sagging blooms sit in a vase inside
The radar show the storm’s coverage is wide
And outside just everything is sopping.
The cut flowers brighten the gloomy day
Providing sunshine when nature does not
Sound of the rain on the roof eases
For some the rain creates a time for play
And other time to get soup in the pot
For so many the gentle rain pleases.
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(An Italian Sonnet)
Impatiens glandulifera
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Tall plants with pink bloom sway in traffic breeze
As they colonize wet roadside ditches
Seem to fill ecological niches
A couple months before nature’s deep freeze.
After a quick u-turn to stop the car
To get a closer look at petal count and amount
I remain clueless as to what they are.
With digital pics we’re back on our way
He drives I dive in to field guide and keys
Eager to know this late summer display.
I expected to find the name with ease
But my assumptions led me stray
Fooled by sheer numbers and presence of bees.
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(A Byron’s Sonnet)
Hibiscus moscheutos
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Hibiscus flowers sparkle in the sun
Enormous blossoms undulate freely
Perennial and bold, astonishing
Like crepe, exquisite, splendid, delicate
Extraordinary and ordinary
Intensely colored designed for display
The bees can’t get enough pollen gold
And branches bend beneath the flowers’ heft
Each bloom’s display lasts only a day
But followed by another rapidly
The shriveled shuttlecock flowers tumble
To earth awaiting decomposition
As others take their places high above
Just filling the summer with amazing.
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Smells so Good… If I Remember
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My favorite fragrance bloomed today
But I forgot to smell it
Took its picture every which way
But I forgot to smell it
Posted the photos on all those public spaces
But I didn’t take time to smell it
Noticed it blooming in other places
But I didn’t take time to smell it
About life and flowers, how goes that phrase?
You have to take time to smell them
Thank goodness I have a few more days
To take time to stop and smell them
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(A Chant Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 