Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The Sentinel

A single dandelion stands in a sea of splendor,

Her neighbors, clad in myriad and variegated hues,

Release their floral, woody perfumes

Into the moist welcoming air;

Pinks, magenta, deep reds, and

More shades of green than I have ever seen.

An exuberant bush with shimmering pale green leaves

Compels one to linger and finger it.

Silvery green lamb's ears

rest very close to the earth,

Furry leaves are hands as soft as velvet,

Beckoning to be caressed like

Those of a child.

One flawless golden sentinel keeps watch.


Endnote: Revised on 5/13/10.

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