Defining Poetry Contest Entries

Efflorescence

Bright, yellow buttercups blossomed in my garden,
Their winsomeness causing my spirits to brighten.
Spell-bound at their beauty my gloom began to cease,
As they lightly swayed their heads in the gentle breeze.
My depressing mood turned sprightly and danced with joy,
A beatitude flowed within that none could destroy.
I was in awe of God's amazing creation,
Their sheer loveliness filled me with fascination.
Oblivious of my grief I became bewitched,
Their cherubic pulchritude my vision enriched.