A summer morning storm

Honeybee hugs her

Self Heal,

Keeps it

Safe

Her honeyed home, 

Geometric perfection

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Afternoon sunshine spills,

Long.

Spider weaves her new home.

Ghost in red silk dress,

Reading Chandler,

Remembering

The Long Goodbye

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Fruit falls from.

Still life,

Amaryllis, nectarine

Brush strokes

Replace.

A red rose, a tangerine.

Add bluebird,

In flight,

Life not still.

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Commas,

On purpose.

Periods grow legs,

Run On and

Off pages

Marks exclaim!

Interjections! whisper… Ssh!

Semicolons become

Whole

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Whirl, twirl, swirl, curl,

Dance dress ribbon music

Rachmaninoff, Ravel, Berlioz, Bach

Dahlias, delphinium, daisies, dandelions

Birds in blue,

Nestled in yew

Zyzzyva!

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Seeds dropped by birds,

Flying.

Flowers grow by bees,

Working

Pines grow by their flowers’,

Heating

Animals thrive with humans’

Caring

Love, steadfast.

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At midnight.

Stars are

Loud.

Lupine dance disco

Moon above

Sparkles, revolves to Donna Summer

Daisy in bell-bottoms says,

Take a Chance On Me!

Lily wants to be

Dancing Queen!

Petunia is

Hot Child in the City

You Better Shop Around!

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Four doors,

All closed,

Locked.

All with stories to

Tell,

Inside.

One contains a waterfall, silent until I

Enter, if I choose

It. What tale does sparkling, falling water

Tell?

In another, red amaryllis abseils the walls.

A love story wrapped in deep floral

Red? Only if I unlock can I hear the petals

Speak.

Another contains a fir forest lighted by the

Moon. But only if I choose that door, will the

Light shine. Otherwise, darkness.

Should I open a darkened door?

In another room, Monarchs feast on

Milkweed.

If I choose that door, will I endanger

Them more?

If I open, I can hear stories.

Of their long journeys,

The perils they

Face.

Or should I let them

Be?

Keep their tales to themselves.

Remain unburdened by me.

A sometimes reckless

Human.

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I’ve been given four keys.

But told I can only unlock one.

What is the consequence of trying all

Four?

There will definitely be

One,

Or many.

Which room do I want more?

Water, beautiful flowers, forest or butterflies?

I cannot have all.

When I awaken early,

Delphinium descends

From the bedroom

Ceiling.

Zinnias, red and orange,

Grow up through the living room

Floor.

Lily, our cat, arises, stretches,

Peers through the viburnum that surrounds

My reading

Chair.

What’s this fresh mischief?

She

Thinks –

I can tell.

I say I don’t

Know.

But,

I don my red velvet dress in celebration.

Of something.

Some unknown

Happiness.

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I return to our room

My husband still slumbers.

Red roses climb our antique wardrobe I refinished and painted vibrant

Orange.

A no no, I suppose, but I love it.

Husband snores.

He’ll not awaken soon

We had a late night-morning

Out our front picture window, I

See a mama sheep and two lambs

Grazing in our front yard.

Mama looks at me and seems to

Wink.

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Out back a lion lounges on our patio.

She sees me and strikes a sphinx like pose

I take my book, Death on the Nile, outside to

Read.

Maybe I’ll read it to my feline

Guest?

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