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

4 comments:

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

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  2. And in a month act II will commence.

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

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

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