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The sun gets up, but we can wait

Morning glory wants to sleep a little late.

After an hour, it will be time

To wake my pretty, procrastinating columbine.

You’re as full of life as they come

My joyful peppermint geranium;

Calm and kind, what a spirit you’ve got,

I’m in awe--you are a true forget-me-not.

It’s Saturday, in field and arbor,

In the greening garden--all over.

You’re pulling flats in an antique wagon

Painted poppies following my fine snapdragon;

And there’s a smile--I hope you know

I want you to be my only heirloom rose.

In the yard, new leaves,

Slow honeybees, drunk with spring.

And I am buzzing with that sense of purpose,

I am dizzy, doing circles in the doorway;

I’m homing in on a favorite--

It’s you, it’s you, it’s you--and I will have no other.

If we take a walk around Cedar Lake

I always want to travel in your jasmine wake;

If we’re on the couch, I take a look:

I see a delicate delphinium, pressed into a book.

Folding up the evening hours

With my sweet south-of-the-border sunflower,

You’re my comfort, you’re my love,

You’re my shooting star, my lily, my foxglove. ..

In the air, vines climbing;

Roots intertwining underground.

And I just want to put you in my pocket,

Pick you up, and dance you down the hallway;

I’m holding on to a favorite--

It’s you, it’s you, it’s you--and I will have no other.

Every moment, every hue, fully saturated;

You’re the field of flowers growing in our house.

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