Leaves
against blue sky
against blue sky
my eye drawn up
the lightest breeze
on the vines
orange flowers
honey-laden
sunlight touches grass
Submitted for Poets United's Verse First — The Red Wheelbarrow. Assignment: an eight-line poem of complex simplicity. (Hard to do as well as William Carlos Williams did!)
So lovely, Rosemary. I can see it, so clearly.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully crafted Rosemary! I like it!
ReplyDeleteHank
Lovely poem on nature. You took me there
ReplyDeleteThe message for me from this poem is.....no matter what season of the year, no matter what is happening in life, sunlight manages to reach us!!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you got that from it, Mary. :)
DeleteA great gentility in this writing. So very. Rosemary!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteEverything is so bright here.
ReplyDeleteLovely painting of that stillness ~ Honey-laden is perfect for me ~
ReplyDeletewhat a sense of peace this gives me...
ReplyDelete...ah, a prelude to Spring...a signal of hope... re-righting of life... what a beautiful poem... excellent... smiles...
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear people. I'm glad it brought you pleasure.
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