Why is it that I can wax voluble on the topic of fauna, and yet flora leaves me speechless? Perhaps there is the sense that we animals are in the world, but the blossoms, bushes, and trees around us are the world. Do you feel the same way? Think about it while enjoying on both an intellectual and subliminal level the lyrical plant posts that comprise this modest poem:
mycotrophic alien asparagus
succulent humidity chaperone
deer-tongue bobolinks
bittersweet invasive truth
British soldiers branching bush-like
ragged fringed nocturnal fragrance
littleleaf sensitive seedpods developing
starflower salad spiny sesbina
precious gold crowning kings
croton wooly aromatic
thirty seeds spawn endless trees
Be a part of Berry Go Round, the blog carnival celebrating all that is vegetal. The November 2010 edition will be hosted towards the end of the month at Watching the World Wake Up.
Seaside Goldenrod
Great edition. Love the diversity of posts. Lots to learn. Thanks for hosting.
LOVE the presentation 🙂