Roses After The RainDiamonds on the petals,
Silver on the stems,
Early morning sunrise
Turns roses into gems.
Queen Anne's LaceAbove a field of Queen Anne's Lace
Butterflies fan my morning face.
I watch the signs of spring unfold
As sunshine spins the lace to gold.
Mushrooms From HeavenAlong the garden path,
Like parasols from heaven,
Mushrooms magically appear,
This year I counted seven.
Silver, gold, white and tan,
They stand as in a trance,
Providing shade for a parade
Of busy little ants.
Morning GloryA purple morning glory
Unfurls her sleepy head
As dawn withdraws her shadow
Across the garden bed.
WisteriaLooks like grapes
And smells like roses,
Springtime's gift
To eyes and noses!
© 2010 Charles Ghigna
Wisteria is rampant in my back field. WE love it even though it is invasive. Thank you for all the lovely poetry.
ReplyDeleteYou always say things I wish I had said.
Thank you, Joyce!
ReplyDeleteAppreciate your kind comments.
I'm guessing your wisteria has made its way into some of your novels.
Namasté!