Spring has not only sprung, but is already in the full bloom here in the coastal swamps of the Redneck Riviera. The Bluebonnets and Indian paintbrushes vie for space in the roadside meadows against brown-eyed-susans, and buttercups and native grass. The result is an explosion of color along the roadsides. People stop their cars and take pictures of the children sitting in thick blue bonnet meadows. It is a great time to own a convertible. The colorful flowers are like a spring smile of hope against winter's grim frown of decay. From the chaos I call my mind......
Pick a flower
Flashing climactically brilliant blossoming beauty
as sensational plants procreating profusely
beaconing busy bees to bumble within
fragile desires detaining death's departure
My hands hover gently holding the flower
stroking silky soft petals between my fingers
the blossom stains my nose with it's pollens
as I inhale the subtle seduction that lingers
Tenderly plucking precious pristine petals
to be wastefully wafted away in the wind
consuming the delicate fleeting fair flower
captured forever in the memory of my mind
