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