Tossing turban style contours, with an aloofness as one passes by,
Utilizing every charm it possesses, under a lupin blue cloudless sky,
Like a guardsman, gallantly standing, holding up his noble head high,
In rainbow colours, brilliant and stately, a vision to surely yield a sigh,
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I like the guardsman metaphor. And a lovely picture of spring, can't wait! Lovely poem.
Wonderful! , Ernestine.