
When Summer Smiles
Blissful, this honeysuckle to the bees,
kisses of Nirvana, clustered fruited trees.
Hear the sweetness, a skylarks’s sprinkled song,
clear as water down a thirsty throat.
I’ll plant apple trees, its slant toward the sun,
and on the table, rosebuds bending in a vase.
Poem form Quadrille: 44 words (sans title) including the word “water”. Written for De’s dVerse Quadrille #180 “Water” Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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