Red flowers open,
Pomegranates in waiting.
We must make sun tea.
Soft light from afar,
the new buds need attention.
Bees remain needed.
Spring’s colors fading,
Summer blooms soon in season.
Seedlings need water.
Pink roses whisper.
Bougainvilleas scream color.
Pastels still enchant.
Epi’s bloom briefly,
cactus flowers much the same.
I must call my Friends.
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