A cornflower afternoon.
In a border of riotous colour,
the bulbs I planted in spring burst with colour, health.
Grown from whispers, they play Beethoven.
My children, my chorus of singing faces, point to the sky, growing each day.
this is the kind of poetry one needs to read before bed, it makes me smile to think of all the beauty God created, including a grateful heart, thank you
I know that you tend the garden well when you refer to your flowers as, "my children."
My partner is busy in our garden with all kinds of planting and tending. We will have another fabulous bee and butterfly, fresh vegetable, colorful summer.
I imagine what you mean by "riotous colour" is that they are producing or growing in extreme abundance. Like cornflowers proliferating rampantly in cornfields. Nice. Thanks. r
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Springtime words…!
Diana…🍃
My partner is busy in our garden with all kinds of planting and tending. We will have another fabulous bee and butterfly, fresh vegetable, colorful summer.
Lovely poem.
Ron