A Poem for Friday Writings
early morning spring
when daffodils dance
weave through the air
a tapestry of tender petals
time stands still
we wander a labyrinth of new pathways
losing ourselves in the sweet beauty
surrounding us
and in this oasis of serenity
our weary souls are soothed
day fades to dusk
daffodils take on a new guise
standing sentinel as shadows
fall among the blooms
weaving tales of mystery and wonder
all among the blooms
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The day is done! There is the satisfaction to know you were there being part of it! Wonderful lines Helen! Love it!
Hank
Mmmm, very evocative; delightful indeed.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely melting into the wonder of existence, Helen. A walk in nature gives us relief from the troubles of life . :)
ReplyDeleteIn today’s world, there aren’t many opportunities when time stands still. A lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the daffodils shining in the background - a wonderful beautiful and mysterious poem - Jae
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