[Alex Pepple]

Symphony of Wings and Petals

The summer garden claims its hours.
As leaves flash pearlescent light showers,

which quicken petals everywhere,
each moment hangs in restful air.

And then a butterfly alights,
the wings a blur in simple rites.

Its amber couples with the heart
of bloom and each one plays its part,

until all boundaries turn to haze—
wings and petals locked in phase;

as nectar scores a steady pour,
two twine, with pollens in uproar.

Thus, lovers learn from these frail wings
of patience which a blossom sings,

of stories that the pollens tell—
seeker and sought in each one’s spell.

The pair, like wing and waiting bloom
inhale an accord of perfume,

with brush of hand on yielding skin,
where touch awakes what bides within,

such that the heaves of their breaths blend
and in communion they ascend—

within that fecund garden space,
beauty presents its truthful face.

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- **L1:** The summer garden claims the hours → The summer garden claims its hours

- **S2, L2:** the day becomes still like a prayer. → each moment hangs in restful air.

- **S6:** where nectar drips for a ritual sip / as two entwine and pollens whip. →
as nectar scores a steady pour, / two twine, with pollens in uproar.

- **S9, L1:** inhale a fusion of perfume, → inhale an accord of perfume,
→ "Accord" is a precise perfume term (a perfumer's fragrance blend), enhancing the imagery.

- **S10:** with brush of hand on yielding skin— / a touch that quiets the inner din, →
with brush of hand on yielding skin, / where touch awakes what bides within,

- **S11, L2 – S12:**
and in communion they ascend, // fading in nature’s fluid space, / where beauty presents its true face. →
and in communion they ascend—// within that fecund garden space, / beauty presents its truthful face.


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~~~First revision was: ~~~

Symphony of Wings and Petals


The summer garden claims the hours.
As leaves flash pearlescent light showers,

which quicken petals everywhere,
the day becomes still like a prayer.

And then a butterfly alights,
the wings a blur in simple rites.

Its amber couples with the heart
of bloom and each one plays its part,

until all boundaries turn to haze—
wings and petals locked in phase,

where nectar drips for a ritual sip
as two entwine and pollens whip.

Thus, lovers learn from these frail wings
of patience which a blossom sings,

of stories that the pollens tell—
seeker and sought in each one’s spell.

The pair, like wing and waiting bloom,
inhale a fusion of perfume,

with brush of hand on yielding skin—
a touch that quiets the inner din,

such that the heaves of their breaths blend
and in communion they ascend,

fading in nature’s fluid space,
where beauty presents its true face.

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S2,L2: 'grows serene' > 'becomes still'
S9,L1: 'The heart of wing and waiting bloom' > 'The pair, like wing and waiting bloom,'


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~~~Was previously ~~~

Symphony of Wings and Petals


Within the summer garden's lustrous hour
when light transmutes to pearls and golden shower,

that course through trembling petals they ensnare,
each moment shimmers poised in jeweled air.

With sovereign grace a butterfly alights,
its wings aflame in its sustaining rites,

its silken amber meets the crimson heart
of bloom, as each partaker plays its part—

until all boundaries melt in vibrant praise,
wing, petal, flare in variegated daze,

entwined as heady nectar's ritual sip
effuse new secrets in their primal grip.

Thus, lovers learn from wisdom-laden wings
and patience of a blossom as it sings,

love stories that the honeyed pollens tell,
seeker and sought ensnared in each one’s spell,

two hearts entwined like wing and waiting bloom
weave dusk's slow dance in summer's perfumed room,

through gentle brush of hand on yielding skin,
where mortal touch and nature's truths begin,

breath meeting breath in patterns that transcend
the heights where their communion may ascend,

until they fade into that timeless space
where beauty finds its own eternal grace.