The petals, her soliloquy,
quivering with imbued poise
and rapt, the mind’s quick fancy
to capture her employs.
Taps and Ratamacues
A site for poetry and other stuff
The petals, her soliloquy,
quivering with imbued poise
and rapt, the mind’s quick fancy
to capture her employs.
Taps and Ratamacues 
Short and sweet but with plenty of poetic grist to savor 🙂
Exactly. Thanks Melinda.
you’re welcome 🙂