Wednesday, June 3, 2020 Smitten

I don’t know what this delicate little flower is – do you? I saw it on our sidewalk by the front door and plucked it, immediately smitten. (As an aside, when I typed the word “smitten,” this emoji was suggested: 🥰. I always wondered what that emoji was supposed to be used for. Lots of love? Blushing love? I’m surprised that the emoji keyboard even knows the word smitten – it’s sort of antiquated, but never out of fashion for me. I am smitten by many things. Perhaps a poem is in order. End of aside. End of parenthetical thought.)

Smitten
Where is it written
That you can only be smitten
With love and romance,
Candlelight and a dance?

A flower delights me,
And easily smites me.
I’m conquered by clouds
(If that is allowed).

A glorious hymn
Can make my head spin;
Autumn leaves in the lane
Will have me quite slain.

And sunsets, I adore
They lay me out on the floor!
While Schubert’s Unfinished,
Leaves me feeling quite ravished.

Oh yes, I’ve been bitten;
With many loves I’ve been smitten.
I dare say it’s true,
That you have been, too!

Well, you never know when a poem is going to just pop into existence. I certainly didn’t.

I’ll probably be smitten with something else in the morning. And maybe I’ll delete this.

13 thoughts on “Wednesday, June 3, 2020 Smitten

      1. The stamens were prominent in your photo but don’t last very long. Let me know if you find out. Try Karen. She has an app that she was very proud of for plant ID.

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