My soul has grown weary in winter's icy grip...
I dream of cloudless blue skies, and
long for the sweet melodies of birdsongs
carried along on gentle summer breezes
I yearn for the caress of sunshine on my cheek
as I stroll through my wonderful garden, where
pansies smile at me, and daisies dance merrily
in the heat of an endless summer day
My senses tingle as I envision the sweet scent
of the roses clinging to the trellis, where the clematis
blossom in brilliant shades of lilac and pink
and busy bees hungrily seek their sweet nectar
In my mind I hear the songs of summer...
hummingbirds at the feeder, robins nurturing their young,
leaves whispering as they catch the breeze
that carries nature's grace to my soul
The season has changed, but spring is elusive...
copious remnants of winter still linger, and
an icy wind rips across the blanket of snow
and I dream of warm summer days...
© Annabel Sheila
Regis
I have no pansies or daisies for you, but...
I just posted a little nutty stuff
especially for you!
I got caught in a 2 feet snow storm, while driving in the area
I saw an unforgetable sight that still in most valued thoughts
a bright red Cardinal flew across the front of my car..... leaving an
impressional momment to remember.
Love & Peace be with you
William
Keep your visualising and dreams going until it happens...
And Keep warm in the meantime...in five feet of snow I would practically disappear! Lol
Hugs,
Diana...
Equinox has wandered far from the road to your place
Annabel...but your inspiring poem brings it back
and soon...the invincible Spring will spring out
of your dream...back into Nature's fields...with
daffodils...leaping lambs and the spring songs of
chirping birds...for now..."Do what we can, Summer
will have its flies" - Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Beauty in the verses of summer's cherished blossoms to touch.
Garden's to wonder in and loose one's self in their beauty.
A cup of hot tea and warm fuzzies once more. A little dusting
of snow here today. Little league practice cancelled again for
it's under 45f.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
budd
Regards from your far south-western friend: Mark