Azalea Magic

Pink Azalea Blooms

Fallen forsythia sunshine lines my path.
I linger in a bower circled by giant phlox.
Lady Spring casts her spell,
A come-hither invitation to embrace
The wind, scented with lilacs and irises.
Cottonwood fluff tangles in my hair.
Inchworms pulse on invisible silk.
Grass stalks tickle my ankles.
Dandelions smile at bluejays.
Swallows skim empty soccer fields.
Dogs woof and chase squirrels.
Maple leaves dapple the forest path,
Insects munch and rabbits lunch,
But azaleas steal the show.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This poem is a celebration of my morning walk and New England. If you want to join your song to mine, leave a comment here with a link to your favorite poem or join Poetry Friday, this week hosted by Reflections on the Teche. Let your imagination soar and your words fly. Have a great weekend! Warmly, Brenda

Poetry Friday with kids

65 thoughts on “Azalea Magic

  1. Wonderful morning walk sharing your delights Brenda.. Our azalea’s are now nearly all fallen.. the high winds we have had have been blowing blossoms from the trees, a true fairy land of petalled snow.. 🙂
    Wishing you a peaceful delightful weekend also..
    Blessings Sue xx


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