Tuesday, January 28, 2020

Winter Dreams




Winter Dreams



Siberian iris stems
rattle gently;
My winter garden 
muddy grey.
The heart wanders
remembering
spring’s first pink buds
royal purple iris, 
golden daffodils,
hum of insects,
the pip of a woodpecker.
I walk a sanctuary 
wild with color, 
full of fresh scents
and hope.



10 comments:

  1. I love the pale beauty of the flowers in your quadrille, together with the sounds of the Siberian iris stems rattling gently, the ‘hum of insects’ and the ‘pip of a woodpecker’. They made me look out of the window and, hey presto! There are fresh green buds on the honeysuckle!

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    1. Glad you enjoyed my garden. I've green shoots but hoping for an insect killing freeze before everything leafs out.

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  2. I like the thought of that sanctuary wild with color.

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  3. It was wonderful to walk in the garden of your writing.

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  4. Flowers give us hope and spring will come. I hope.

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  5. Flowers and their. Brilliant colors give the heart a lift.

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