Thursday, February 2, 2017

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GARDEN MORPHS
Not a butterfly in sight,
Light touch of kisses, morning brings,
Are clouds, from orange to gold tinged;
Then silver laced these clouds settle,
And merge over silence of
Caterpillars, chomping green leaves
Of Plumeria.
Their striped pyjamas a signal to
Impending dreams, how they loop and crawl,
As a feast they eat, to new life;
Then, one day, when all the leaves are gone,
So are they;
But, at the same time, tiny fingers of bananas,
Peep through covers of infloresence,
There to grow, day by day, into a bunch.
GARDEN MORPHS © gillena cox 2017


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16 comments:

  1. It must be cool, watching bananas growing.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Sherry

      much love...

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  2. I raised luna moths once, and was entranced at the stages they went through to their final metamorphosis.

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    1. Happy you dropped by Rommy

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  3. One thing leads to another in the natural order.

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    1. Thanks for S really nice challenge, happy you dropped by to read mine

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  4. Tiny fingers of bananas..love that description!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Thotpurge

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  5. The circle of life. Well written.

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    1. Happy you dropped by Paul

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  6. I liked all of this, and especially the tiny new bananas.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Rosemary

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  7. The good things in life like that take time...

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  8. Thanks for your appreciation

    MUCH LOVE...

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  9. Thank you for your appreciation Grapeling
    Much love...

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