English Morning Garden...
My early morning English garden,
Lilac sweet and Cherry Blossom beautiful.
Butterflies flimsily flitting hither and thither
amidst dappled sunbeams dancing around
straight-backed Tulips
delicately softened by Pink open faces and heady scent..
Bluebells dancing in the softest whisper of a breeze
nodding their pretty little heads in unison..
A beguiling sight of Nature's tender, delicate structures.
Timeless sense of expectancy hovers above this Day of Days.
Dew-shimmering leaves on nearby Tree
freshly clothed in Sprintime's exquisite greenery,
showcasing Nature at her best...
Balm for the Soul,
Motivation for the Spirit..
A new born day.- and mine for the taking....
Connie
Indeed such a garden is balm for the soul and a living thing in your heart.
I can see the beauty of your "English Morning Garden."
The fragrance from each flower sends a sweet message to my brain.
I can feel the softness of each petal that has opened its face for all to see.
It seems I can faintly hear the butterfly flimsily flitting hither and thither.
But most of all, I cherish the sweet aroma of the lilac. I've loved them since childhood.
Finally, your poem is so you from beginning to end, making it special indeed.
David
Regis
Always,
Deborah
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
Balm for the soul,
Motivation for the Spirit..."
An absolute beauty!
Oh! to the love of an English Morning Garden! Delightful!
Lady Mary Ann