Friday, April 15, 2011

Fern fists rise up
  wild geraniums spreading 
the command is heard

turned up violet leaves
the bluebells are opening
woodland drama stage

Breeze moves old dead leaves
copper wind lady spins around
Robin in tree waits

Rust coverd trellis 
Dried grass rustles in the wind
age comes to them both

Broken lantern glass
the garden witch has no spells
light comes from above

Shadow across brick wall
rose climbs up trellis
they hold each other


  1. Ahhhh.... The world is blooming again .

  2. And in a month act II will commence.

    PS...Thanks for your concern...just extraordinarily busy and distracted.

  3. A garden filled with poems....
    How lovely.


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