Into the Eyes of Floral ~ Copyright 2015 PM Pope
In and Out, Around
Wiggle wobble leaf
shaking in the tree,
light in bright release.
And endless face
of hibiscus flowing flux
of beauty to grace.
There’s birds words and we
who being seed carriers
cross at song and tree.
We spice mouth tango:
black pepper tingles the tongue,
cinnamon tangles.
Wife, cat, sun, and me,
I’m of all and all’s of me,
we be be that be.
This flower won’t die
no matter what clime or time,
it grows now, thrives by.
~ Smith