
At dawn, rain started
with a few quiet drops,
like the whisper of dandelion
seeds, sticky with wishes. Continue reading

At dawn, rain started
with a few quiet drops,
like the whisper of dandelion
seeds, sticky with wishes. Continue reading
Here is a visit by a fellow Poetry Friday writer, Joy, all the way from Hawaii. I hope you have a couple minutes to visit her by clicking the link on her name.

A fairy comes to visit
me in my dream
together we eat
berries with cream. Continue reading

Yellow, blue and white
blooms spread wings.
The slow language of bird,
sky, rock and garden,
speaks in inner silence,
a place quieter than wind. Continue reading
A golden rose was just what I needed today, the day after surgery to my gut. Four incisions healing nicely. Lavender’s beautiful words, especially “a sniff of summer apricot tart” made this sublime. Hope you like it, too. Have a magical day.

She gave me a pink wink, Continue reading

Angels blare a brassy fanfare
on foxglove trumpets by the square. Continue reading

Trip-trap
along the path
finding dust,
twigs, bees
and green
dappled light
betwixt the trees. Continue reading

Greening glade
seems still and quiet,
but it’s a magic circle
where birds sing
incantations Continue reading

The iris’s velvet wings
make me remember summer slides,
pumping swings, Continue reading

If looks can kill,
this plant wouldn’t,
although, it’s bold, rash
and may drive riddle
readers mad. Continue reading

Late one evening,
I knit the silk
of new roses
into the floss
of thistle blooms Continue reading
The scent of lilac and the music of spring. Seedbud has a magic touch with her photos and words.