Whimsical musings in my yard, drinking wine |
A SUMMER PARTY with fringy griends In my garden I plant a summer party, A heady collection of playful guests Dressed in shimmering fragrances. They whisper shameful gossip with tiny tongues And exchange glances ripe with infatuation. The Garden Gnomes titter as the wind Lifts the Pansies’ skirts; Even the LadyBugs sneak a peek Before flying home to their lovers ~ Hearts aflame. Sunny Flax shakes her dew every morning, Annoying grumpy violas but pleasing the Dapper Bachelor Buttons (Who wish they were taller so they could watch her open and spray). Petunias sit so strong and hardy Seriously resisting the insisting sun. The fickle Butterfly flits by: “Can’t stay long, just here for a tickle”; And she’s gone again like a teenage girl At a cocktail party wearing her sister’s dress. Watch out for that Dragonfly ~ Look! Now there’s two ~ joined together Swimming through the heat, Flicking and strumming one another With frantic wings. The Tiger Lily stands alone; Dashing and pensive to others But a fool to himself. With the help of a friendly wind He reaches out to visit the vivacious Snapdragon. Every summer he is lured back to this spot By her magical laugh, her lyrical smile, He cannot resist her. He strains to taste her bubbly curves, Listens to her girlish promises Then retreats to delicious fantasies. The clump of Daisies is rowdy and drunk ~ again. They dance naked together every night Under the shining wet head of the watering can. I covet their verve ~ like tireless college boys Throwing books out windows. I plant all these fools and lovers In my sun drenched bed Knowing their mirth is contagious and winged. Bees are messengers sucking and stinging Sweet sticky invitations to chosen passersby. At summer’s end my garden’s fluffy white seed Will flow ~ spreading like wild fire Enticing the leaves to change their costumes And dance. |