Today’s prompt is to write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy.
Imaginary Garden The day started out with the trumpeting of butter-colored daffodils overtaken by the fragrance released by purple-blue lilacs laughing in the breeze. The roses thorned their way in not to be outdone perfuming their way into nostrils everywhere. Hibiscus bloomed their warning signals refusing to be overlooked volunteering to be boiled. Birds of paradise hurled insults attracting the attention of bees and hummingbirds. Lantana grew in concentric circles their geometry conquering all.