*(An attempt at imagism in vers libre—or free verse—through vivid description of Nature.).
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A flower breaks out afresh from its swollen,
green bud and then stretches skyward into
the sun-infused sky. A feature of nature that's
timeless and perennial, it faithfully blooms and
adorns its surroundings like its predecessors.
Never alone, it is joined by its floral neighbors
of its own kind in fragrant numbers, suffusing
the atmosphere all around with a heavy, yet
sweet stench of lavender and honeysuckle. The
thick odor seduces and entices the flower-
borne bees, hornets, and yellow-jackets nearby
into a steady rhythm and pulse of continuous
labor over the pollen-rich blossoms and perfumed,
colorfully-tinted petals. From an adjacent pond
the over-abundant and unsubtle beauty of the
lily-of-the-valleys add their distinctiveness to
the already lush and vibrant, floral landscape;—
now teeming with the life and vigor of spring
in richly full and fulsome bloom and blossom.
"To have the soul of a poet is to feel with the mind, and to think with the heart."