Fallen
stars 'tween emerald grass
dancing in rhythm to a gentle breeze
sun
kissed golden drops of honey
growing
wild and free with such ease
Such
splendor to be found in the field
treasured
gems dipped in golden hue
spread
freely through thousands of wishes
not
quite dry from the morning dew
In
the face of nature's majesty
sweet laughter echoes on sunny days
bouncing off nature's lap of beauty
as she graces us in her charming ways
Ephemeral flower in disguise
admired for its whimsical allure
so precious, playful and witty
unassuming and oh, so demure
Springtime flower of life and purpose
scatters silently its seeds in the breeze
some
become playful children's wishes
others become future havens to bees
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© Copyright 2013 by Sannel Larson. All rights reserved
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© Copyright 2013 by Sannel Larson. All rights reserved
What season is more beautiful than Spring? I love all Spring colors. Beautiful poem, Sannel, dragging the reader to a field covered with Dandelions... :)
ReplyDeleteMartie, yes, I could not agree more. I love Spring. After the long, cold, dark winter here in Sweden, I so want it to be Spring soon. Preferable tomorrow! Thank you, my friend for your visit.
ReplyDeleteSannel, I have no problem envisioning you in your youth as the little girl in the picture. A picture which captures the wonder and beauty of a field of Dandelions as wonderfully as your words. You know, for many Dandelions are considered a weed, unwanted in gardens and lawns. But spread out over a hillside or a field their simple beauty is overwhelming. Just like your poem!
ReplyDeleteSweet, breezy, carefree and joyful...
ReplyDeleteI know Spring is coming when I read the hope in your words, dear friend. This is a breath of fresh air.
Love you, Maria
Rick, I have to admit, looking at that picture brought back many dear childhood memories of me running, jumping, dancing through the fields of Dandelions. Oh, that's so very long time ago, but still, I do love this "weed" in disguise. I find it to be a beautiful, cheerful flower. Thank you, for your time and kind words, my friend.
ReplyDeleteMaria, Spring is just around the next corner. I promise!
ReplyDeleteI love you dearly!
Hugs,
Sannel
You have a way of reaching your inner child and presenting the joy she sees to the rest of us. That is not an easy thing to do.
ReplyDeleteLovely! And I loved the picture you chose---
ReplyDeleteThere is hope painted with the artists brush here. Spring comes once a year while lasting this long. Then summer. The soil now flourishing, the hard work of tilling transforms, though what is tilled is not seen, the flowers bloom and fields of care offer the harvest soon to come. I see hope and its celebration with this poem, Sannel, simple enough and a treasure in and of itself.
ReplyDeleteMitch
(p.s I took your advice and am relaxing. I think today I will answer those questions of my nomination. Thank you for that honorable endeavor)
This is so beautiful Sannel I am hoping to follow more of your blogs in this coming week.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words.
This is so lovely Sannel. Makes it so sunny and fun. Loved this.
ReplyDeleteMike, thank you for those lovely words. Yes, I do feel very much as a small child inside of me, and perhaps it shows sometimes in my writing. Thank you for your time, my friend.
ReplyDeleteTake care!
Thank you, Audrey for those kind words.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mitch!
ReplyDeleteNice!
Eddy, thank you for your kind and supportive words. I'll visit you soon!
ReplyDeleteRasma, knowing what a wonderful poet you are, I feel honored and so happy for your beautiful words. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteHi Sannel... I have a new respect for the dandelion after reading this. They are a joyful flower when you read your words...
ReplyDeleteBlessings and Hugs as Always
Rolly, I have always found the dandelion to be a beautiful, cheerful flower. I'm glad, after reading this poem, you do too.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your time and beautiful comment, my friend.
Hugs, blessings and love,
Sannel