Flower Power
Never underestimate the power of a flower,
to raise one's spirit at its lowest hour.
When drought ravages the land,
the flowers' sweet nectar is still at hand.
The flowers' allure to the birds and the bees,
turns the cycle of life with seasonal ease.
Flowers may lie dormant for a decade or more,
then, with gentle rain, rise as strong as before.
Coloring the landscape and bringing it joy,
sweet fragrance flowing its sensual ploy.
Telling all creatures large and small,
that it's time to mate and savor it all.
For there comes a time when the flower will wither,
the cold winds will blow and all creatures will shiver.
But come the spring, new buds will form,
the land comes alive under the sun so warm.
And the flower, once again raises hopes on high,
for there is no more powerful favorite under the sky.
Than the flower.
Copyright 2013 © Ronald W. Hull
11/21/13
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-John
Smiles and light...
Monica
Regis
butterfly made its flight all the way from Canada to Detroit, Michigan!
Their marking are wondrous and if not Kings and Queens of their realm, they should be! Peace!!!
Lovely poems and lovely title flower power, like horse power!!
domesticated flowers are spioled
watered now and then
my love for flowers wild
is that they tend themselves
and still brings us joy
thanks for sharing this piece
peace be with you
William
I hope that they can continue on, with all the damage we've done.
Love ya!
Jane
Of all the seasons I love Spring because the flowers once chilled by winter's cold are given warmth by the sun and come alive again to sooth our tired souls and give us once again their beauty and fragrance. Well done!
Love and blessings,
Linda+
for there is no more powerful favorite under the sky.
Than the flower.
yup..that about cuts it!
Love it..am saving this one..thanks Ron :)))
blessings....V
We have nothing as exotic as your Butterfly Bush here in the UK, though we do have them in the enclosed butterfly houses, but generally outside ours never grow to more than a foot high and certainly do not like the cold.
We have a plant-growing wild here, called the Wayfaring Tree, which is probably similar to your Hobble Bush.
Here are a few lines from Brewer’s Phrase and Fable.
Wayfaring Tree' What ancient claim
Hast thou to that right pleasant name?
Was it that some faint pilgrim came
Unhopedly to thee,
In the brown desert's weary way,
Midst thirst and toil's consuming sway,
And there, as `neath thy shade he lay,
Blessed the Wayfaring Tree?
Mor
budd
Rx
Than the flower. A lovely poem.
I have a butterfly bushes by our sidewalk. Walking by and
viewing the butterflies and the sweet perfume is splendid.
Lady Mary Ann