The Bouquet Ballet

Powdered black with a velvet sheen

 Ruffling skirts of yellow and green

waltzes on a gentle breath

from a friendly zephyr

that lives by the meadow’s edge.

Fluttering over the garden fair

landing on an iris where shadows are rare.

A gentle hand frees said stem,

 and the Butterfly’s

 search begins once an again.

Tiny feet follow its path

Searching for the next flower to add.

A bearded iris a company of three

Line the basket covering sage so green.

Deep with purples the iris shines

while ponies of crimson add to the sight.

Baby’s Breath fan across the handle of wicker

 then lavender is added

for balance, to the quiver.

A ginger stride returns to home

For the eyes to dine on

Nature’s gold.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this has a wonderful, old-time feel to it...like a Wordsworth...i like your use of slant rhyme as well as the alliteration...i love beautiful gardens....and wildflowers....you present them here.
a nice bouquet of them.
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Old time feel is there cause I shared an English class with him.

I like the sound and feel slant rhyme lends to poetry.
Thank you, Jacob I'm glad you enjoyed it.