I see you in them
In their fringy golden lion heads
Roaring and stretching outward and upward to the Summer sun
Prominent and measured
They take their time maturing
Rooting foundations and values for future generations
They punctuate the pastoral hues with their bold type
Writing out messages that speak to my heart
I worry that others never stop to read what they’ve bloomed
Simply dismissing them under their scowling sickle blades
Reaping destruction of their gilded love letters
I wait for you when they’ve shut themselves in
Their green clutch smothering the canary tone
Caging the compliant lion heads
In verdant corset boning
Hinting to a splendid renaissance
Which I patiently await my invitation to
Await drifts to my slumber
Stirring to my awakening
And secrets whispered in Nature’s professing Serenata Notturna
Bloom within the silvery mercury glass globes fastened to the meadow
Pinning hope, ambition, and triumph to the rolling earth
I speak to you in their prima pirouettes
As I pluck the dewy stems postured on pointe
I reach to the farthest corners of my childhood
Where symphonic memories sway
And faded souvenirs are pressed to your words
Holding you to them in forever
I answer you in the fluent release of thoughts and wishes
Just a simple breath exhaled
And our conversation continues
E.A. O'Connell
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