At Bradstreet's Flower House

in some deep sun-glowed leaves with fresh air and bright colors is it such a relief to play at terrace every day? with butterfly flies over hiding in the orchid there where spring wind blows moving on narrow bushes O jasmine! meet me I kneel and love thee if you were still here for awhile O rose! sing a song echoing out of very long do you wait for a honey bee standing by a fountain lonely? peacock comes in a casual way read from paper at door and say have we tried so hard to watch you when wizened apples falling through? in some high star-shone comets with new nuance and tune that sparkle is it such a romance to light a candle at this very moment of ours? (with great admiration to Anne Bradstreet's poems)