It was a time of flowers
carpeting the earth with colour;
captivating with their charm
as they scintillate in the sunshine.

Covering the chalk and clay
with crochet of kingly creation.
Sending aromatic cascades into the sky;
careering libation to the senses.

Nectar scents rising in circles;
sweet enticement to the insects
inducting them into
secrets of stem and stamen.

Country air hiding hints of chill
in coming caution of summer’s call;
crying life to crimson and carmine
in corncupiscent statements of sincerity.

Creation’s kindness crafted
into colourful curtains as
chromatic symphony of senses
soaring into season’s soliloquy.

Kisses coming collectively from
carnation and chrysanthemum
calling concentration to cupped corolla;
it was a time of flowers.

© G.Burns 26-Dec-2012