Blessed Bouquet
by Yvonne Blake Purple crocus bursts through snow, Reaching sunward, warm winds blow. "Welcome, spring!" It seems to sing. Winter's overdon't you know? Lavender lilacs, in a cluster, Looking like a French maid's duster; Shaking around, Petals surround, Giving the yard a fragrant luster. A blanket of violets covers the lawn, Woven in webs before the dawn; Sparkly dew, A royal hue, Provides a bed for a doe and fawn. Twining morning glory vine, Over lattice, trailing fine; Fragile trumpets, Shade our crumpets. Having tea, we chat and dine. Johnny jump-ups here and there, Escape the garden if they dare. Little faces, Tiny spaces, Happiness, without a care. Purple clover, soft enough, Tickling bunny's powder puff. Bees are buzzing, Blossoms fuzzing, Pom-poms filled with honey stuff. Row on row, lupine blooms Parading soldiers' helmet plumes; Attention formation, Creator ovation; Down in valleys, over dunes. A burst of sparkle, fireweed, Magenta flames, butterflies feed; Fizzle gone, Summer done, Bouquets sing His praise, indeed. Author, Yvonne Blake, I am a retired school teacher hoping to break into the world of writing. I've written a novel and would also like to write missionary stories for children. Visit me at http://mybackdoorministry.blogspot.com email - [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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