If I were a poet

I would write a poem for you, dear phlox
For you are completely and simply beautiful
and your fragrance makes my head spin

My work room has been swamped out, the paper-mache and paper weaving stuff put aside. I need the table for the next thing, which is to figure out how in the world I am going to stitch the thick nylon mesh for the shade canopy. No rest for the weary. It has been confirmed: our June guests are coming for sure and its all the incentive I need to do the things I've put off for .....years.