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Post by mysticbluebell on May 3, 2015 21:06:29 GMT
Blossoms in abundance wherever our eyes 'wander'. A world of blossoms |
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Post by doreen23 on May 4, 2015 15:13:02 GMT
Blossom time
Down the avenue I travel
Sign of spring are in the air
The blossom trees are blooming
While warm wind is in my hair.
Sweet fragrant blossom, so delicate
Sways gently in the breeze
As I admire your loveliness
Your blossom floats from the trees.
Silently your blossom falls
Covering the verdant ground
Laying like a soft pink blanket
Making not a single sound.
Each Spring I see your blossom
Like candy floss and pink snow
Days are longer, hope is stronger
Sun shines brightly and colours glow.
The trees stand tall and firm
All clad in fine array
Blossom flutters round my feet
On this beautiful spring day.
Doreen E Hampshire
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Post by mysticbluebell on May 6, 2015 8:41:16 GMT
After a longer period of heavy rains -- your poem really paints the perfect Spring. Thanks for a very lovely read.
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Post by mysticbluebell on May 10, 2015 16:52:54 GMT
A world of blossoms
New green is born in May to the countryside,
Sweeping waves to woods and fields, a rising tide.
These shades of green are not just showing round the world
When here on thousand twigs tiny leaves unfurled.
This season grants the bliss of flowering cherry trees
Awaking steady changes of the magic green seas.
Flower heads are dancing in a mild and gentle breeze
The tide of Spring sets all once frozen life at ease.
It’s a change of season bringing us forth in life
Beauty to behold eases all eventual strife.
Love is the power that keeps alive all existence
Love alone against evil gives the resistance.
Thus if we praise the wonders of springtime’s begin
We may praise and thank the Creator for everything.
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