In floral perfume,
nectar gnawing bees who buzz and hum,
honeypots abound as maple syrup magnets flit and taunt,
garlands of magnolia upon the beechwood trellis,
lavender’s light purple trail a mint leaf tract from Cape Verde to Southwest Asia.
Lilac buds perspire on lambs skin swathes,
a misty bleat and frolic over far-flung heather muirs.
Summer breezes pot pourri
the spicy petals while they linger over luscious gardens, so ethereally wed.
Blessed are those senses we’ve been gifted with to revel in that labyrinthine maze whose vivid weave transports an earthly heaven in our midst.



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