Flowers have a power–
in their beauty they fascinate,
falling in April showers,
almost without weight,
ethereal in form,
adrift to winds of fate–
do they weather the storm,
to changing times?
The sun’s rising position
also creates shadowed lines.
The flowers, without ambition,
hold some power nonetheless,
ensorcelling spirits lure squirrels and birds,
send ramblers on quixotic quests
with cockeyed verbs and lovesick words.
But now, robin and mockingbird know,
from the bowers, small throats mightily sing–
so, away the cold and the snow
and come the irresistible songs of spring.
Thus, the power of flowers
though it seems the most fleeting of things
fuels hope and love through hours
to soar high on feathered wings.
The prompt for Day 3 of NaPoWriMo asked us to create word banks and to use rhymes and repeat words. I took some words from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle and then went from there.