Blazing heat, early swelter.
Dank sweetness in damp arable soil.
Aroma surpassing, every intoxicating fragrance.
Last, lingering, luxurious under-tone
The Master Perfumer’s collective emoluments,
Most heavenly, pungent and rare.
Overcoming the senses,
Arousing a longing,
In Blazing Color
Tiny rain-soaked pots and stones
Precious, hidden, glorious.
Flourish yet untended
There’s one who cares for you.
Cherubim and tiny blooms bow down before Him
Gaze ever sun-ward
Summer Morning Song
Voracious climbing clustering twisting
Newly shooting dancing twining
Bursting blooming fragrance wafting
Multitudes buzzing pistils spending
Quietly fading singeing heat
Viscerally clicking cloistering containing
A Vining Summer Morning
fledgling buried and hidden…covered and softly rooted…
Fledgling-deeply, slept-buried and softly hidden
Risen-securely rooted-warmed with evening sun
Hope incarnate-in a Summer Morning garden
in a summer morning garden…
Symbols, seen and unseen
Blazing heat, shade in shadow
Centering, rounding, promising
In a summer morning garden
blazing tropical lady…
secret pockets holding pools…
honored garden guest…
Blazing tropical lady, blooming full
Nodes, needles, secret pockes holding pools
Honored guest, but for a nat’s breath-Garden Queen
blazing stags well traveled…
boasting a decade’s wealth…
horned king as morning dawns…
Blazing stags, well traveled, pot-bound
Boasting a decade’s wealth-smothered, soiled, sunned
Bursting color deck-side, Horned King as morning dawns.