Comfort Flowers

Summer tastes like yoga indefinitely across a sky of a trillion flowers

Gerbera daisies ripe with age

And colored variety

Sipping sweet summer tea and smoking occasional cigarettes

New England style

But native to the Southern African climate

Where lives have been taken

And here they exist now in America

Somehow

Like people they exist in classes

Upper, Middle, and Low with some variety in between

Planted in front of the house

In beds

Oft Winter’s rest

Desiring to not be picked this season

But left beautiful with other

Sun loving annuals

They come in families of

Bright citrus orange and sunshining yellow

Either that or paisley pattern pink and stark white

Stems up strong and right

Green with vivacious life

Centers of black buttons, almost suddenly prickly

Another beauty is the

Peony from Paeonia

They are sweet in June

Around Mother’s Day

With soil ripe and fresh

Soft and perfect to a fingers caress

Growing larger each day

Nearly flopping over the more they blossom in girth and growth

The age of Jesus, dying frequently, blooming briefly

A bisexual breed meaning not what it seems

So, Wikipedia says

Lamins terms can be lame

So, we create fruitful art with words repetitiously

But not the same

Alliums might be tall

Looking for outside approval

Standing firm

However, they are described as fluffy

In texture

Albeit eye catching

In bloom

Even and round in monotony

Comforting to most

Oft a bright eye-catching royal purple

Dope as sobriety can be

What is your drug?

Albeit poetry or beaming coffee

Writing pimps are alive in wealth and health

With mockery and ringtone Miami beets

Latin seats are ready for thee here

They feel comfortable being themselves with one unified personality

Cotton is soft

Twigs singing autumn in color as stems brown in brush

Growing in shrubs and flying away

Separating, yet cherishing marriage nonetheless

Breaking free from its slave lineage

To this day reminding us of comfort clothing, freshly washed sheets, and

blankets easy to touch

Hibiscus

In a red-orange hue

Outside another lovely location

Rests in three’s

Tropical to some, however likely where their home should be

Thrive I sing to the flowers!

Thrive once and twice and thrice more!

Yet, never wanting to be left for fear of death and dying

New England Aster is another royal species

Purple in nature

Some might think it wild and free

However, in a beautiful crystal vase

It mild wildly be

Exploration of it’s tender genius could be the key

The orchid almost futuristic in appearance

Can be difficult to mold

It lends itself to the quiet of being covered and discovered amongst

rainforest trees

Dripping with luxuriousness

With a lifecycle that represents coming and going

Living and coming back to life

Again, each new season

The hydrangea

Labeled a shrub but not a shrub whatsoever

Sitting in bloom afront Cape shake houses, living amongst the smell of salt

water, and enjoying the ocean breeze

The subtlest of red, white, and blue

They enjoy their trimmings but prefer a home nestled for its long-life

course

Finally, is one of my favorite flowers

That is in line with the sun God

Growing tall, tenderly in bunches

With the sun shining upon it you can see it radiate

How much rain does it's beauty require

To be strawberry blonde in pageantry?

Limelight hydrangeas aside butterfly bushes

As I wonder, which types of butterflies surround in the fall seasons while

Waiting on the world to change