The clouds are spun sugar daydreams.
Squirrels are deep into their hidden nut buffet.
Chipmunks vanish into freshly burrowed soil.
Pink cherry blossoms look like fragile blown glass.
Squirrels are deep into their hidden nut buffet.
Chipmunks vanish into freshly burrowed soil.
Pink cherry blossoms look like fragile blown glass.
God is everywhere.
The lilacs make me gasp.
The lilacs make me gasp.
9 comments:
Beautiful. I wish I had just a tiny bit of your talent.
There's nothing like Spring and the renewal of life. Beautiful poem!
Nice work. And isn't it nice to have the inspiration of beautiful days? I do love spring.
Lilacs make me gasp... too true! I love them! I'll tell a story about a lilac on my blog here really soon.. a miracle from God!
Lovely poem as always.
Lilacs are one of my favorite flowers.
my Dad just got back from Fla. and his lilacs are just about to bloom. They are my fovorite smelling plant, pretty to look at too. God does find a way to give us hope if we look for it.
A lovely poem.
I love lilacs and have some in my yard about to bloom.
spun sugar
fragile blown glass
Great images.
And like the others, I love the last line.
Great contrast of the intense blue of the sky with white clouds, very good Sky!
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