Cornflowers

 

Oh what, oh what a gorgeous day,
The sun upon the cornflower play,
The bluish flower; my summer love,
Reflects the blue of sky above.

 

Now, reds and yellows push the blue,
“It cannot always be ‘bout YOU!”
We tweak, the edge of garden fair,
With borders bold; beyond compare!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
July 24, 2013