Buttercups, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


The ubiquitous yellow buttercup
Filling the warm summer’s rolling meadows
A welcoming for fervent honey bees
Hungrily gathering golden nectar
We let them do their work unmolested
While she and I search for our perfect ones

Laughing and giggling as little children
Searching acres for the one most shining
Knowing the special secret that they hold
The countless generations have been told
To place under someone special’s chin
Will show their unrevealed craving within

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