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Wild flowers

Come August, the fields are 
Studded purple, it's all I can
Remember now. I misplaced
The smells long ago, maybe
Better rather than worse, the
Colors, vibrant and delicate, 
Strong but sensitive, purple
Everywhere. Every August, I
Remember, wild flowers as
Far as the eye can see, like
A blanket, gently purple in
A breeze, air humming with
Heat, purple, quietly radiant

Winds and rain

Straining for the sun and
Beaten down by winds or
Rain-soaked, tulips wonder
If they came up too soon.
My jacket, less than I need,
Makes me nod at this real
Concern. When the summer
Heats us beyond reason
Will we feel the winds and
Rain, miss the comfort of
Our discomfort, yearn for 
Yesterday's wintry spring

Spring pleasures

Our personal juices
Teasing through our 
Veins. We are giddy.
Floral scents and that
Chaos of color makes
Us flighty as a puppy
Chasing butterflies. 
It's spring; we crave
Love but more than 
That. We're unreliable.
It's spring. Our blood
Is pumped for and
Primed. Renewal is
A reward, a privilege

Tomorrow ♥️

Cool fool, not a tool
Just all dovey and in
Love-y loses sense to
Fund his senses it's a
Common problem if
A fool falls in love, he
Has no commonsense,
Looking for passion in
All the right places.
Sensation excitement
Kisses and embraces
We are all fools when
We are in love. Cool?

It’s Tuesday the 13th. In February this means that the day that follows is V-Day, a saint’s day that for no particular reason I can see is designated for lovers and intimate dinners. The ultra-romantic in me is moved by Valentines Day 💝 but today’s poem is an offering of the silly rather than the sentimental.