Friday, November 9, 2018
Blossoms Of A Year
Heavenly lilacs spread their hearts
In the gild of Spring,
Waiting for the sun
To warm their souls
From winter's provincial hold,
Biding their time to be bitten
By some honey bee;
Thy beauty prowls
From each passing fence row,
Peerless in awe, matchless in splendor,
Thy revival radiance
Ever fulfilling this sententious aesthete,
And thine eyes of entrenchment
That pluck and plunder
Thy visage of exclusive pulchritude;
May your perennial glory
Warm each season
With perpetual unguarded repose.
- John Hardesty
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