The Golden Girls In My Garden Poem by Jackie Allen

Now that the drizzle
And the fog
Have finally fled the scene,
They gaily frolic amongst
The mossy green like young girls
On a stage hoping to be selected,
Hoping to be invited to participate
As guests of honor
At my annual tea party

Ah, so many Black Eyed Susan’s,
They attired in their frilly skirts,
Painted in identical shades of gold
See how they embrace the space
And entice the admiration
Of passers by, they flaunting
Their beauty as if posing
For a magazine’s
Upcoming photo-shoot.