Doomed bloom

Even the itsy bitsy spider
Found himself tired and uninspired
Climbing up that water-spout
Just to be washed back out

He gave it a lot of thought
Before deciding to take off
For an environment that inspires
To feel a life full of blissful desire

It was on a warm spring day
He set out and made his way
To a Meyers Lemon Saloon
Checked himself into a bloom

Spun a deceitful web of doom
Luring all his lovelies with perfume

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Floss-silk

Her thorns are a mystery
each a sweetbrier
of history

With roots running deep
there’s strength
in her beliefs

She reaches for the sky
no rhymes or reasons
to justify

Thriving in a cold world
fighting for space
to unfurl

Bestowed by unique beauty
I find myself beguilingly
on duty

Barren of emotional leaves
yet still a formidable
tree, needs

Note: These trees are in my neighborhood, I’m not certain what they are, but Google indicates this is a  floss-silk tree common in California. 

Serenity Found

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She set out to cross the country
Over treacherous mountain ranges
With a manageable, steady gait
Covered over thirty miles each day
Till she found her final destination
A serene place she wanted to stay

Climbing up to the plateaus edge
Pictured the view and took a look
Clean, untouched forest for a den
Padded to a nearby babbling brook
Forepaws sunk in cool, wet earth
Thirst abated, a joyous pelt shook