Coming through her roots
Eliminating superfluous matter and the unwanted
ornamentation
at the unveiling,
shaped up and pruned,
full blast, she sat proudly looking sharper
than ever,
she revealed all her blade-like greens,
life and love and what really matters –
wit and her wisdom and eelgrass understanding…

Breathless, unstirred by the spume of the daily headlines,
as the chill of the evening finally settles,
she ponders
the seasonality of life.
In the world of Flora, there are
summer annuals,
winter annuals,
biennials, and perennials, –
the seductive phenomenon
known as hues.
Excellent poem. interesting plant.
Thank you Timothy. Yes, so much foliage for her slim frame.
I wouldn’t know how to search for the name. I’m basically getting to know the wood in my garden.
holy shamoley, Abi. You’ve outdone yourself. This is stunning!
❤
David
Lol..
Thank you so -so much.
I appreciate your reading
♥
How gorgeous is your verse, within me, hope, and love arise like a tide, as I read these words. Good morning, my dear. Wishing you a blissful Sunday. ❤️❤️
🙂🙂, thank you so much Jeff❤❤
You reading and praise means alot. Good night. Sleep sweetly.❤❤
You’re most welcome, Abi. ❤️❤️ Always. Thank you, my dear friend. ❤️❤️
Thank you❤❤❤
Beautifully penned, heartouching piece~ Jay
Thank you so much, I deeply appreciate yoyr reading Jay.
Beautiful poem. I love how the tree shines in the light.
Thank you🙂 so much🙂