Among the wren and blissful daffodil,
lavish crimson clover adorns this hill,
'round the elms, the oaks, and sweet maple trees,
to satisfy the busy honey bees
who come to work with need and keen goodwill
among the wren and blissful daffodil,
while lulling perfume gratifies the air
above this hillside, freely dancing there.
Now, on my walk, I pause to feel the sun
console my bones when daily work is done.
Among the wren and blissful daffodil
cicadas wane, and weary bees lie still.
I contemplate, rest on this fragrant hill
among the wren and blissful daffodil.
Comments
this is GORGEOUS. what a well
this is GORGEOUS. what a well written poem!! I love the imagery and the way this poem sounds so musical. truly a delight!!
Thank you, MM,
Daydreaming about Springtime!
I appreciate you reading!
L
Dear Silver-tongued Lavender...
I mirror MM! you have a lovely soul.
*hugs, Cat
Hello, Cat,
Thank you for the generous comments!
Lx
Lavenders in Bloom
Made me think about daffodils are the national flower of Wales have you been there ? Anyway a nice nature poem a relaxing piece to read from your eloquent self. Thanks
Hello, Sen,
I have not been to Wales, but the image sounds beautiful! I tend to daydream about such places and scenery.
Thank you for reading!
L