Wildflowers© Poem by Roann Mendriq

My friend the florist called to me,
to see her blossoms in full bloom;
My senses reeled inceasingly,
by the exquisite rich perfume.
Haughty, heady, wine red roses,
puckered up with ruby lips;
turned up perty budding noses,
swayed with velvet stalking hips.
Orchids bowed in sweet submission,
Jasmine cloaked in sensual scent;
Lilies nodded in conversation,
Ivy clung in loud argument.

Stepping out to get some air, I chanced upon wildflowers,
Dancing free upon the breeze, pristine white with center stars.
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