Dogwoods lift their trains,
open tender petals,
young brides, wedded to
a soft spring sun.
New maple leaves
wave green-palm hands,
spectators
to the dance.
Below the blush of red oak buds,
a portrait hangs—
crotched lace curtains, freeze-framed
against a far horizon.
5 comments:
I like this so much! "wedded to a soft spring sun" so wonderful! Thanks Liza.
Lovely lovely lovely!!!!
Thank you for sharing! Take care
x
Perfectly splendid, Liza! "Crotched lace curtains, freeze-framed
against a far horizon." Absolutely beautiful! Thank you, thank you!
Ahh...ahhh...ahhh...CHOOOOO! Excuse me! Whew, sorry. That was lovely! I'm just so...allergic!! We have so much dogwood here, it looks like it's snowing! Pretty, yes, but my eyes and nose do not like it.
Thanks for dropping by today!!
Love the poem and all of your beautiful photographs :)
Andrea
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