by Maria Kelly
the dewdrops arrive
and linger on the petals
of the morning glories;
their bright faces
cerulean like a sky,
unspoiled by clouds.
the trees are calling
each rustling leaf like a sigh
of a wood fairy gently drifting;
sweetly on the breeze
at the edge of dreams,
untroubled by time.
the streams are singing
asking me to stop and listen:
a half-remembered song;
to look and wonder,
to pause and consider,
beauty in simplicity.
6 comments:
Maria, that's lovely !!
Maria,
Did you take these pictures? If so, they are great!
I love the simplicity in the poem. . . especially the ending - "to pause and consider, beauty in simplicity."
AH! Poetry! :)
Well done.
Jim
Michelle;
Thanks for the comment! I'm glad you liked it.
Maria
Hi Jim;
I did not take the pics but hope to get a digital camera and go hunting for great Kodak moments soon. I'm glad you like the pics (I found them on a public domain site, which is how I get a lot of my pics/clip art for my blogs, after making sure it really is all PD stuff, that is). I'm glad you like the poem!
Maria
I cannot believe I haven't commented on this. I know I read it and loved it. Got side-tracked, I guess.
Anyway, you never cease to amaze me with your poetry. So deep and heartfelt. I really enjoyed this.
Thanks, Cynthia. I'm glad you liked it. :)
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