Blazing heat, early swelter.
Dank sweetness in damp arable soil.
Aroma surpassing, every intoxicating fragrance.
Last, lingering, luxurious under-tone
The Master Perfumer’s collective emoluments,
Most heavenly, pungent and rare.
Overcoming the senses,
Arousing a longing,
In Blazing Color
Tiny rain-soaked pots and stones
Precious, hidden, glorious.
Flourish yet untended
There’s one who cares for you.
Cherubim and tiny blooms bow down before Him
Gaze ever sun-ward
Summer Morning Song
Voracious climbing clustering twisting
Newly shooting dancing twining
Bursting blooming fragrance wafting
Multitudes buzzing pistils spending
Quietly fading singeing heat
Viscerally clicking cloistering containing
A Vining Summer Morning
Fledgling-deeply, slept-buried and softly hidden
Risen-securely rooted-warmed with evening sun
Hope incarnate-in a Summer Morning garden
Symbols, seen and unseen
Blazing heat, shade in shadow
Centering, rounding, promising
In a summer morning garden
Blazing tropical lady, blooming full
Nodes, needles, secret pockes holding pools
Honored guest, but for a nat’s breath-Garden Queen
Blazing stags, well traveled, pot-bound
Boasting a decade’s wealth-smothered, soiled, sunned
Bursting color deck-side, Horned King as morning dawns.
Angels help us to adore Him
Cherubs crowned in living green
Offering gifts before the Throne
Stony watchers, await the sun.
Summer, glorious blooms blazing in the rising sun….