In this white green earth
having shared it's worth
Blessings! Peaches and honey fused
orange and mango mused
apples and grapes amused
their feelings and mine alike
when seeing the world alight
air so thin and light
eyes hopping on every sight
castles and cottage up hill
dreams growing at will
space to dance and chill
nothing to stop for, tranquil
everything standing still
except whispers of birds that echo
so close to the meadow
aligned trees like art deco
bright radiance above Czecho
reaching round white pillow
some say it’s the twin of phyllo
In the water
Our spinning coins join to
reflect a halo round the moon,
Beautifully glowing in place before the inevitable fall.
Roses sway in wind
Raindrops trickle down windows
I write poetry
Lovely morn this morning even had time to write poetry before I start my day , so relaxing too **
Loving Nature ❤️
Softly but gracely he fell.
Out of the skies as dark as it's deep.
In an awe I do dwell.
Nearly doubting if I were asleep.
In a wonderful place with a beautiful scene.
He stands tall yet unharmed still standing.
From the lengths he had come, tired he leaned.
And no proof of such a brutal landing.
His wings are dusty and the feathers fell off.
He did not at all seem weary or confused.
As if falling so high isn't that rough.
As if he was but merely amused.
He stands there proud and aloof.
Showing us humans how idiotic we seem.
He who knows all, brings us proof.
That he is almighty, soaring the skies like a dream.
And as he stands and walks on by.
While I leer him with open arms.
He does not budge and points to the sky.
Up he goes soaring over the farms.
With a gleam of the morning sun on his back.
His feathers most reflective over the cloud.
The white dove easly watches me over his neck.
While lifting of back on to the south.
The big warm sun dipped
behind a building and the
sweet sky fell to sleep
It was a beautiful scene and I watched it with my husband *** ❤️
I never thought the city could be so pretty,
With its pinkened strip laying atop
Some purple gusts of snow,
Sprinkled with orange dots of light,
Like candles lit for show.
Bending grass and rolling hill
Caress my palms and make me still
Essence of the floras' ester
Tickle my nostrils; nose and pester
Rows of pastel houses lining the springy green grass
The soft sound of wind chimes is heard in the distance
Her long brown hair is swept up in the gentle breeze like waves looking up at an everlasting sunset
Where there is water
there is greenness
where there is greenness
there must be elegant
shadows of butterflies
with your heart
and you'll find
beauty is all around
a wandering journey is hard work
but the distant landscape
the trees the flowers
it's so poetic
Distance is a weird phenomenon, so is time.
We were two continents apart, yet connected.
So far yet so close.
We are in the same city and yet I can't see you.
So close yet so far.
Maybe because tears often blur my vision.
I talk to you and you make everything sound so normal, like nothing ever changed.
We never stopped talking. But we never started as well. And now that you're going, I feel like you were long gone before you came back.
I think it's fair enough: we didn't meet when you left, we didn't meet when you came back.
I hope this settles the score.
Until next time,
All my love.