A Fair Morning
golden bees
and fuchsia rubies.
foxglove in sways of lust,
while breeze strums by,
a lazy troubadour.
clover, plush of scent,
feeds all morning
till stalks are drunk,
so many swards
of lilliputian dancers.
brash gushes of sun
grace such raptures of leaves.
how lucky they are,
worshipped and worshipping
the verdancy.
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