Poem: "The Blooming Hour"

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The Blooming Hour

By: Eve Estelle

Effloresce will thy flower

Not merely 'cause it's May -

Nay, we know our own hour,

And shall sleep till our day;

Call us not before the sun

Glitters upon our blades;

Let the rains draw us forth,

Our volition pave the way.

Author's note: Yes, this is unnecessarily flowery - but I can't help it! It's fun playing with all that old-style, elevated language that poetry is known for. Besides, if you've read anything else from me, I'm sure you've come to expect this kind of thing. I should also note, though, that this is another one I will likely be revising down the road.