This crepe myrtle is blossoming at our public library.

Ah, the crepe myrtles are blooming.
Over my head, they’re gently looming
in lovely colors of fuchsia & white,
to brighten my day, soften my night.

Flowers in bloom give bees their existence;
For us, their brilliance is a pleasant persistence
to view & enjoy & dazzle us with beauty,
as if being lovely is their only duty.

Ah, the crepe myrtles, a mid-summer’s delight;
knowing they’re back feels absolutely right!
Flowers blooming have no equal—-
Except, perhaps, Fall’s burnished leaves—a perfect sequel.

This entry was posted on Sunday, July 31st, 2011 at 4:17 pm and is filed under Poetry / Quotes / This 'n That. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.