What billows in
our flowering pots,
Geraniums;
forget-me-nots,
All vibrant reds
in concert themes,
True blues of
skies beyond our dreams.
The flower bestows
such beauty rare,
Beyond the brush
or canvas bare,
What quiet peace I
gather here,
Come join me in
this atmosphere.
Peter Lowell
Paulson
May 15, 2012
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