Buds
are the beauty that grow
cotton ball shaped blooms
whirlwind into flowers
scented colored sweetness
blue and pink hydrangeas
poured petals plenty
painted
pleasing
posies
Beauty Everywhere
In the Descanso paths that
lead to a floral world of
show and tell I close my eyes
and feel the growth and stillness
without speaking a word
Peppermint colored petals
a streak of pink hues
decorate creamy white Camellias
and red is infused.
I can see for miles and miles.
Delightful daisies and daffodils
sunshiny yellow florets dance
in green stems.
Their family of loveliness connects
if a human would reply, “I'm here for you.”
Pink peonies color pop
on canvas, leaves surround and ensue.
Purple reign of the iris sees
with its black and white eyes.
Jeweled royal rich as the February amethyst,
behold its splendor, buds peaking,
the Garden's staring back at you.
There is a Sunflower
Ode to Christopher
His brown coffee
Countenance
Of disk florets is cheerfully
framed with maize petals
And happy go lucky
Spirit pollinates
Where he goes
His laughter contagious
And that Colgate smile
Blooms in conversation🌻
His body with roots
Of Nigerian American strength
Sprinkled with Melanesian
Native American
and Endo European soil
Firmly planted for the feet
Evident is the stem
With green and vibrant
leaves to shake hands
And arms for the best bear hug
You are wonderfully made
You grow and glow
To new heights and horizons
Can be seen for miles and miles
Van Gogh has a painting
There is a sunflower
And son that is you.
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