Proud Crowns and Coronets
The daffodils and tulips
gyre and dance in the garden.
Spritely. Nimble as if ageless,
swoop, swirl in March’s wind.
They’re a gold-sugared colour
of proud crowns and coronets.
It’s not arty or experimental
or nouveau, this garden, same
blooms, spring yellows, bluebells,
and bright globe-shaped tulips
with nebulous streaks like viral
red galaxies straight from Hades.
The genius of nature at work,
I suppose, and if I were a poet,
I’d find myself writing about it.
But instead, I just watch them
wobble about like toddlers.
Written for Shay’s Word Garden . AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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