Roses After The Rain
Diamonds on the petals,
Silver on the stems,
Early morning sunrise
Turns roses into gems.
Queen Anne's Lace
Above 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 Heaven
Along 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 Glory
A purple morning glory
Unfurls her sleepy head
As dawn withdraws her shadow
Across the garden bed.
Wisteria
Looks like grapes
And smells like roses,
Springtime's gift
To eyes and noses!
5 comments:
Thanks, Toby!
Spring fever has arrived!
Love your poems!
(minor disconnect in the Queen Anne's Lace poem -- it blooms in late summer, not spring...)
Thanks, Mary Lee! You sent me scrambling to do more research on the "Wild Carrot." I discovered it blooms in various parts of the world at various times...from May to October!
wow! i love your blog!
I guess I should have said, "Blooms in OHIO in late summer!" Thanks for the clarification!
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