Garden open to air, open to spring.
Wisteria float like feathers in the trees reminiscent of mid-summer magnolia dreams.
Warm daffodils shine the light on mossy paths bringing with them the light of the sun.
Air is breeze floating clean chiming peace eternally.
Candles, colors, mantras speak with ease for the bulb flowers carry these.
Spring has sprung with the old wise great ones.
Each guest takes a seat vibrating on eternal peace.
Joyfulness profound.
Blessed blessing to know the universe laughing, praying, and guiding eternity.
The sound which leads us to peace and warms our skin.
Blessed are these grounds on which we place our feet.
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Sunshinefalling (
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Good tribute to Spring and that last line is very true.
Thank you!
a delightful and timely post... I had a huge smile on my face yesterday while driving past Stonehenge in Wiltshire on my way home from the airport.... Neville
š Iād love to see that someday. Enjoy!
I sincerely hope you will... Have a great day... N
Very exquisite
You are expanding as a writer poetess.
very moving work. šš¼ nicely done
That last line is immaculate
Thank you for the feedback. I actually wrote this awhile back and stumbled across it.
Very nice!
Thanks Gary!
Beautiful. X
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