fleur de matin

Fleur de Matin

The name of a rose as everyone knows
Is unique to this bud's appellation;
Midst all of its thorns it proudly adorns
First place in the lover's constellation.

It is fantasy, to view the pansy
As a flower too weakly to survive;
Winter's summation, speaks of duration,
The most audacious violet alive.

It's honeysuckle, making knees buckle
With pungent aromatics on display;
To bee or mammal, perfume is normal
Delighting a passerby on the way.

These three of many color treats, uncanny
Demonstrations of beauty for the eye,
Lifting the downcast, joy's optic repast,
Blooming the spectrum's glory, 'ere they die.

--Carduelis Tristis