Anne Rutherford Poet Free verse

Gentle Breeze

Sitting in my garden looking 
            at the majestic  willow
        dancing in the soft breeze.
                           
        Swaying with the wing chimes,
                 hanging in the eves.

        The shadows of sunlight ripple 
              across  the  roof tops, 
         Makes an image in the visual
                       scene.

        A bird lights on one streamer
                  and gets a gentle
          ride, on the graceful willow
        In this peaceful garden of mine


                     Copyright 2008
                    Anne Rutherford
                    Poems From The
                       Heart Series

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Debbie Duncan August 5, 2013 at 5:38 PM Oh, this is very nice indeed, I wrote one called Secret Garden ;}

Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. March 9, 2012 at 3:05 PM Wow! Wonderfully done imagery here in this. A "Gentle Breeze" Indeed. Great work Anne.

Joy Adderton January 17, 2012 at 11:04 AM that is just beautiful Anne. Thanks for commenting on mine, I changed the end verses to better suit the subject. I'm afraid I don't know much about squirrels so I am so happy you mentioned it. God bless, you are an amazing poet :) melody

John Aaron Green December 15, 2011 at 8:07 PM hope you are well,,thank you for your loving words,,,i have had such great moments on my porch,,,as his birds are so blessed ,,,and the breeze from the spirit,,,gives us his aproval of our lives,,,and his sun,,,our savior,,cast out many shadows,,of our doubts....wonderful anne....

Sara Kendrick May 19, 2011 at 2:16 PM Enjoyed reading this descriptive scene..I felt like that I was there..Thanks for stopping by and giving a kind review of my work..Sara

May 5, 2011 at 5:06 AM Love the imagery in this beautiful poem, a very nice write and thank you for your comments they are appreciated. Alexa

Rauwolfia Ra April 22, 2011 at 12:49 AM Very beautiful poem Anne, I believe (hope) this is a weeping willow, I (in a way) grew up beneath the huge branches of a weeping willow, we called it Indene, and played in it day and night (until we moved)

Vernard Mays April 21, 2011 at 4:05 PM THIS POEM MADE ME THINK OF MY AUNT...SHE LOVES FLOWERS AND THINGS....SHE HAS A BIG GARDEN AT HER HOME ALONG WITH A GLASS HOUSE AND SHE IS ALWAYS TALKING LIKE THIS....YOU BROUGHT BACK SOO MANY MEMORIES!!!!