Happy Red, White and Blue from the flowers!
Happy Poetry Friday!
Here is a poem of joy for you:
My Heart Leaps Up
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
Read the rest here.
— William Wordsworth
May you experience the joy and magic of being with family.
Thanks to Tabatha Yeatts for hosting his week!
Stop by and read more poetry if you have time.
How do trees feel
in the moment
they flower? Continue reading
Life thrives
whether we care for it
or not. Continue reading
The yellow scent of lupine
is redolent with sweet spice.
Spires of fairy blooms
touched with lavender and blue,
frame the truest magic —
summer is wide open, a
long drink of possibility.
School is done. Continue reading
May your inner light shine on the longest day,
Reflecting back the light of the universe.
If Shakespeare is your cup of tea, here’s a fairy poem on Midsummer from him. I also offer a midsummer fairy tale set in Ireland, called Midsummer Stew, a tale of fairy retribution and redemption and of the interconnectedness of us all. Continue reading
Lilacs are pink,
lilacs are blue,
with help from dad,
kids grow up true. Continue reading
Tulips gossip downtown
in streets curved in frowns.
Too many people
walk dogs, legs lifting –
tulips don’t want a drink,
of that kind, I think. Continue reading
The color of daughters
is spring pink,
a color to open a bud
in the hardest heart. Continue reading
Love is love that doesn’t harm.
Love is what holds us in the dark,
listens to our fears,
celebrates our small moments. Continue reading
Wild mornings, wild afternoons!
If I am with you
your face alight
your laugh in my hair Continue reading
Three Dutch tweens
tickled by the breeze Continue reading
The first petal falls
without a sound
on a day
like any other. Continue reading
Friendly Fairy Tales 