forget- me- not blue
delicate silk stitched
by my open window
in early spring
gathered pleats fold
as outside sparrows argue
over this and that
emerging blooms of hyacinths
scent my dappled sun lit garden
as catkins wave
pollen cascades
to a promise of bees
i stare distant horizions
watching the rain clouds
gathering dark.
KD 3/3/13 copyright
Photo credit.. The foxandtheraven
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well done- lovely words
ReplyDeleteyes, the birds are playing here, too... awaiting beautiful spring.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely write I especially like the opening line.
ReplyDeleteI like the (blue) floral references here, and the feeling of Spring getting near, despite the gathering rainstorm.
ReplyDeleteA lovely peacefulness, I like the "feel"..
ReplyDeleteI like this lots....thanks for sharing your words
ReplyDeleteWow, this one sent shivers up my spine! , thanks
ReplyDeleteThere is a darkness to the picture you captured well!
ReplyDeleteLovely spring scene!
ReplyDeleteSparrows really do argue...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful I love your words and thoughts.
ReplyDeleteLynn x