Most fragrant as the sun wakes her,
gently the rays stir her soul.
Feeling proof of a strong presence,
dew, his markings, she’s told.
Accepting nourishment to blossom,
she, quite often, in his control.
Arching into each spectacular layer,
while feeling his touch, she’ll glow.
If I linger here too long
Allow these yellow beauties
To continue as the butterflies, I see
Multiple and delicate ailerons
Upon my freckled face, fluttering
I’ll end up rolling through them all
Waiting for you to join me
As my morning shifts into view
I breathe in nature’s cue
Submitting to what my mind pursues
All wrapped up in a foggy dew
Of powder puff blue
Hi, take me outside
Mind spreading like wildflowers
Running free, catch me