Riding into a spring night
The sunroof opened to air
Wysteria smells afloating
Lightening bugs everywhere
Rebel Jasmine blooming
Cherry Blossoms afloat
Flung along by a swift breeze
From some storm still remote
The moon a crest upon heavens
Stars too many to count
Free as a bird on this highway
As springtime virtues amount
It's a pleasure to breath in this beauty
The South so pretty and proud
My heart sings visions of Dixie
In a voice sopranoed and loud
Cresting a hill out of heaven
Surrounded by God's own display
Toward midnight her shine is around me
Breaking her into a new day.
Susan
You epitomise the unrivalled beauty and charm of Southern Nights..
Rocking on the porch, with a coffee in your hand, and watching the entrancing fireflies dancing their mesmerizing display,...yeh...Good Old Dixie is where it is at !
This pen reminded me of my heady and balmy Georgia nights...:)
Love and Blessings
Peter
Sweet as a rose, this poem brings everything that is wonderful about a summer night (not just in Dixie) into a bright focus. Ahhh It's good to be back on line...Felix
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 3, 2006
Gotta love it. Especially those cute little fairies fliting and fluttering and trying to not get themselves shoved down the wide neck jar. Humm, get enough of 'em might make fer sum good ole gumbo. Call it fairy-flavored etouffee
You embrace the Old South graciously and beautifully; her charms have overwhelmed me, as well. :) Beautiful write, and keep singing in that soprano voice!
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
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Splendid poem Susan!
Eileen
love Tinka
You epitomise the unrivalled beauty and charm of Southern Nights..
Rocking on the porch, with a coffee in your hand, and watching the entrancing fireflies dancing their mesmerizing display,...yeh...Good Old Dixie is where it is at !
This pen reminded me of my heady and balmy Georgia nights...:)
Love and Blessings
Peter
You embrace the Old South graciously and beautifully; her charms have overwhelmed me, as well. :) Beautiful write, and keep singing in that soprano voice!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.