Sunday church garden
of lime green blooms, reds and creams-
Luxuriousness!
Gracefulness and scented smiles
greet butterflies in hued styles.
Orange, yellows, pinks
in the sweet whirlwind of days!
Gathered together.
To the silence, bluebirds sing
......
In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose,
a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose.
Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace,
a secret enhancement, a captivating embrace.
Oh, smile of rose, like petals soft and rare,
in your gentle laughter, I find solace there.
Your eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night,
......
I was once something of a pessimist, and that fact did not concern me,
As violet birds are content, to spend their nights in different trees.
Still I had a happy and quiet existence, or at least I thought I did,
Like a moon glimmering all her tranquil life, when reddish sun is hid!
My attitude didn't come from bitterness, I just had an analytical mind;
And like bees searching for nectar, needed all the proof I could find.
But I totally missed the fact, that looking to tomorrow requires faith,
......
Mary was ten and she adored flowers, and she had three pretty sisters;
But, she never could make a garden grow; like stars, losing jade glitter.
Sisters Sarah, Martha and Alice spoiled Mary, for she was the youngest;
Just as lime spring is youngest of the seasons, whereas winter is darkest.
Mary desired a flower garden to tend, where purples and reds met teal;
And lush fragrance was the new normal, like a grape sun leaving, for real.
But contrary Mary was so impatient, and would not follow practical rules;
......
Take me to the land of crystal rivers,
that glitter like a mirror for the gods.
Take me to the height for altruistic lords,
revered by the oppressed for being givers.
I dream of a world drowned in abundance
of joy infinite at its renaissance.
Where the warm rays of the tropical sun
soothe the pains of a bleeding wound by day.
Where nature entertains with so much fun,
like a funfair in the sweet month of may.
......
Orange sun is out, and we're playing house
My pets are my kids-until puss sees mouse!
Mommy loves to water her gorgeous blooms
While dog and kitty rest, inside porch rooms.
This Saturday, childhood seems left behind
When we make-believe, as the time unwinds.
Soon Mommy serves lunch-of milk and a bone;
And sandwich for herself. Jay sings alone.
Sunday church garden
of lime green blooms, reds and creams-
Luxuriousness!
Gracefulness and scented smiles
greet butterflies in hued styles.
Orange, yellows, pinks
in the sweet whirlwind of days!
Gathered together.
To the silence, bluebirds sing
......
In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose,
a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose.
Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace,
a secret enhancement, a captivating embrace.
Oh, smile of rose, like petals soft and rare,
in your gentle laughter, I find solace there.
Your eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night,
......
Mary was ten and she adored flowers, and she had three pretty sisters;
But, she never could make a garden grow; like stars, losing jade glitter.
Sisters Sarah, Martha and Alice spoiled Mary, for she was the youngest;
Just as lime spring is youngest of the seasons, whereas winter is darkest.
Mary desired a flower garden to tend, where purples and reds met teal;
And lush fragrance was the new normal, like a grape sun leaving, for real.
But contrary Mary was so impatient, and would not follow practical rules;
......
It's a burst of spring
the Easter Parade of hues!
Lilies dance on streets
in creams and reds, deep green phase
dazed orange yellow bliss maze.
Heartbeat of rebirth
while the flaming redbird sings
amidst subtle scents.
Colorful celebration
......