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.

©ARHuelsenbeck