Spring Garden Tableau

Spring Garden

Garden in full bloom 
with moving perfume, 
butterfly wings spoom. 
Nestling outdoor chairs 
old and gracious airs, 
spring morning prepares.


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Sam Kauffman

Date: 8/29/2023 11:13:00 AM

Eve, this poem is as charming, as gracious, as gardens of the past filled with chairs that invite me to sit with a cup of tea or a cool drink! Congratulations on your win! Blessings to you, dear friend.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/21/2023 3:10:00 AM

- Congratulations on your beautiful winning poem, Eve ... a garden full of perfume ... wish I was there :) - hugs

Kim Merryman

Date: 8/20/2023 4:02:00 PM

A lovely write, Eve! Congrats on your win! Blessings, Kim M

Joseph May

Date: 8/20/2023 12:43:00 PM

Very nicely penned Eve, Congrats on your win

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 8/18/2023 10:38:00 PM

Both poem and picture are charming, Eve. Lovely thoughts on Spring. God bless. :)

Panagiota Romios

Date: 8/18/2023 9:35:00 AM

Eve, a delight to read, like, Sally, I wish to join you. What a great poem. To read to start my day, and a face as well! Pangie

Silent One

Date: 8/18/2023 8:25:00 AM

Sounds lovely how you captured the imagery.. nothing like a beautiful garden with precious petals and perfumed smells... lovely.

Sally Eslinger

Date: 8/17/2023 8:56:00 PM

Eve, i’ll happily figure out how to get there & join you! Tell those butterflies to leave me a bit of the spoom! A truly sweet penning! Hugs, sally. P.s. for what age is your nursery rhyme book? These days i’m a great aunt twice over.

Eve Roper
Date: 8/17/2023 9:08:00 PM

Hello Sally, The book starts at the age that a child will sit and listen or mimic, to adults. A lot of use like myself like to read them, especially those I know wrote them. Thank you for enjoying my poem. Bless you