The Most Glorious Bloom
By Cinara
The Most Glorious Bloom To look upon a palette’s hues Of golden bronze, and pastel blues Laid gently on an emerald bed With spattering of scarlet red To see a quilt so neatly sewn And every colored patch its own Displayed in silken wrap of folds Of fragile ever changing molds Not one more splendid than the next I reel and spiral down perplexed As where to lay my gentle kiss As I descend through morning mist I twirl and float and gently spin In morning drops and gust of wind The sunlight penetrates and glows Upon the petal of a rose I spot a patch of purple bloom And settle on a petal’s plume To rest my fragile powdery fold And spread my stained-glass sails of gold All the world would love to seize My beauty from the morning breeze There is no flower as grand as I A dazzling floating butterfly Written March 1st, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 11:11 PM PST 0 • 10
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