In the early morning dawn a garden walker
shivers, like a rose upon dew ground
drops of silence enter neath' a watchful gaze
as I wonder where the sun is
I shudder in the none
inside this secret garden, where I sit still as glass ;
Diddle doddle goes the first bird of morning
as he aims to please with colors rich and bright
swiveling and singing
chirping and gurgling
I'm smoothed by the sound of his pure find
beneath the blush of morning
God's first rose appears
to bloom ,inside my heart like sweet perfume.
WHOOO, MYSTIC! WHAT IMAGERY HERE...SO ENJOYED. IT ALWAYS DELIGHTS ME WHEN ONE IS IN TUNE WITH NATURE, ALLOWING IT TO DO WHAT IT WAS MEANT TO DO...REMIND US, OF 'HIM' AND HIS SWEET PERFUME! THANKS FOR THIS WONDERFUL SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Your poem instills the joy of a garden in the morning. When the dew falls just right, along with the morning light, flowers' colors delight and the sound of birds and their flight. A wonderful morning to be alive!
Wowsers! Your poem sent ripples of goosebumps up, down, and across my old carcass. When you enter a garden, the world is put on hold just for the intimate caress that your bring. Dazzling!
Reflections and Nature Watercolors is a collection of Margaret's spontaneous positive thoughts in celebrating and reflecting on life and her nature watercolors.
From the Caribbean Sea to Machu Picchu in Peru, and from birds to flowers and butterflies, Reflections and Treasured Wonders offers a collection of images gathered from around the world.
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