A Fair Morning
golden bees
and fuchsia foxglove,
ruby golden giddy sways,
the breeze a lazy troubadour,
strumming clover feasts,
a morning plush of scent
till stalks lilt drunk,
sward upon sward
of lilliputian dancers
petaled in brash gushes of sun,
how lucky they are
to grace enraptured leaves,
worshipped and worshipping
the verdancy.
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