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| Hibiscus Mutabilis, November 2020 (Cotton Rose) |
What if we let love grow wild?
What if we let it climb up over the house?
What if love laughed at the tall fence?
What if we didn't cut it back or stake it down?
What if we let it climb up over the house?
What if we didn't worry about what the neighbors might say?
What if we didn't cut it back or stake it down?
Love might tumble into someone's life unexpectedly
What if we didn't worry about what the neighbors might say?
What if love laughed at the tall fence?
Love might tumble into someone's life unexpectedly
What if we let love grow wild?
* Experimenting with the French Pantoum poetry style. Six lines of poetry are repeated in a given pattern, creating a certain effect. For more about writing a Pantoum, click here.
**Also, if I got as close to this cotton rose as I would like, it would definitely be trespassing. The bayou where I walk has just been mown and much of it is the golden brown of fall, so these pink blooms were especially stunning on my walk yesterday.
