Flower Dress by Todd Murphy
Come to Me, Spring
By Annette Marie Hyder
I will wear you like a dress.
I will sway to your briers and birdsong,
twirl as you flare out spinning
with giddy color and scent and sound
and I will look
for the one that is worthy
to see this embroidered profusion
caressing the curves of me
these sap filled, honey filled, days.
And I will find the one deserving
to pick the flowers from this dress
and gather them into bouquets
as the green-green and the shimmer —
of lepidoptera wings, of delicate scales,
and ribbons of feathers —
pools at my mud kissed feet.
(NaPoWriMo day 7, poem 6)