on pixie's wands
ding, dong
ding, dong
The crimson flutes
ring on and on
ding, dong
ding, dong
The lady with her mantle on
slips through forest
in search of dawn.
ding, dong
ding, dong
Tripping, dodging
drifting, sprawling.
Her journey long
seems never ending
ding, dong
ding, dong
Stella calls her
through the mist
begs her caution
of gnomes grim twist
ding, dong
ding, dong
All the while
your eye does stare
takes it in
without a care.
ding, dong
ding, dong
Sees the gloves
left by the fox
Hides them from
the creeping phlox.
ding, dong
ding, dong
Yes, in the garden
one never sleeps.
It's an organic symphony
made in orchestral leaps.
ding, dong, ding
ha. love the play on the bells...i did get caught up with them though and started thinking more christmas time than spring...smiles.
ReplyDeleteLovely flowers, beautiful words!
ReplyDeleteOMG...this was simply GORGEOUS!
ReplyDeleteGreat photos.
I could actually hear the bells as you spoke of them.
So gifted you are, dear lady!
Loved this last stance....
"It's an organic symphony
made in orchestral leaps.
ding, dong, ding"
Bellisssima!
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I *love* this, definitely places pretty high up on my all-time fav list of your poems! :)
ReplyDelete(And I didn't think of Christmas, at all! LOL!)
Thank you, thank you! Just trying to have fun with all of the flowers in my garden. My daughter has gotten into taking photos (just like her Mama), so there are a few more flowers pics in my albums as of late. I love it!
ReplyDeleteWhimsical romantic and wildly enchanting.
ReplyDeleteVery clever indeed,
Joanny
so how did book club go?
ReplyDeletesimply divine. lovely.
ReplyDeletelove these very much!
ReplyDeleteHappy Tuesday!