Flowers Of My Hours Poem by John Sensele

Flowers of my hours power forward
Flowers of my hours invite a reward
Flowers of my hours shower daily
Above all, my hours shine gamely.

Flowers of my hours resemble Midas' touch
Flowers of my hours speak Creole and Dutch.
Flowers of my hours breach screeches of witches
Above all, my hours deploy convoys of surreal switches.

Flowers of my hours blossom in Fall
Flowers of my hours bounce and trounce foes at a shopping mall.
Flowers of my hours yield a shield of handsome dividends
Above all, my hours refer to truth and prefer breach amends.

Flowers of my hours scour powers of the future
Flowers of my hours bend a dour culture.
Flowers of my hours embrace in all places high standards
Above all, my hours in every shower spank laggards.