buds begin to leaf
begging for bucolic growth ~
flora in full dress
(May Full Moon – Cree)
I wish I could be human
the monarch felt this thought between tulips
she awoke in the morning queenly in full dress
everyone wanted rules
all she wanted was nectar
I often sit in quiet contemplation of my surroundings. In silent observation I process the changes that nature presents, just for my viewing pleasure. Through the changes of the seasons I watch plants grow, from seedling to blossoming beauty. Tree leaves bud, grow, change their colors and fall. Giant oaks morph from skeletons to splendid sentinels in full dress uniforms, standing watch over the bivouac below. Throughout the day, and the passing seasons, the sun’s torch illuminates different branches and lucky leaves, as I watch. Each night the moon takes a slightly different route above my head, than the one it took the night before. I feel a kinship with the ancient ones, who gazed in wonder at their world and wondered why. For so do I. That, no surprise, for as you know I am one of the ancient ones.
"A bouquet of lingering stars in lull of velvet satin darkness,
forever I give to you, my love. Quote_by Poet"
It's so perfect, calm, and tranquil;
My spirit is truthful thankful.
Night full of vivid imagery,
A mood full of bewitchery.
Moons soften flame shines like before
Giving way to those I adore.
A calm above, a full-dress night,
The vastness fades in dawns first light.
Look upon your face as I wake
A calm within my mind you make
When you awake, thee I'll embrace
Draw a breath, a wee sound meek pace.
As quaking crisp blooms and leaves sigh
Umber earth spurn to say good-bye
The allure afresh, as hopes soar
Opening symphonies once more
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The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
Your here to spread the news about the birth
Of our princess.
Her name is Josephine
She was born at eight fifteen
Was nineteen inches long and weighted in at
Six pounds 3 ounces the Queen is fine and the
King is overflowing with happiness.
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
Her eye color is aquamarine.
Later on we will have a gala with full dress.
Her name is Josephine
She was named after the mother of the Queen
For her courageousness
The Wood Elves were summoned among the
Greens
We believe she has taken after her great great
Grandmother Irene
Seems she can see tree lights in varying degrees
So she will be able to understand the old ancient
Language which makes her even more priceless.
Her name is Josephine.
The other attribute is she will be a great go
Between
Since she is half human we believe there will be
No limit to her success.
Now go in peace with this news release around
The greens
Telling everyone you meet we have a princess her
Name is Josephine.
ExploreWriteThe Debutant Sun
The sun was in full dress,
A golden beauty,
Wearing a bright red tiara.
She spread her dress like
A debutant over the clear
Blue ocean, then with grace,
Sprinkled sunbeams
That glistened, riding the
Waves...
We bathed in the warmth of her smile
Collected sea shells as tangible
Treasures to place at her feet.
Cynthia
AUTUMN COLORS
Trees, and endless squadrons of their fellows,
In full dress with their medals, reds and yellows:
An army in bronze and topaz uniform,
Ready and waiting for orders to fall in and conform;
And in fall - with its rich golden leaf
And needles polished - ready to guard its fief.
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Written 15 August 2012
Entered in Russell Sivey’s Contest Autumn, Fall Colors
As morn's sun cracks the horizon
Casting pink Easter dress
Redbud stands with newly acquired
Full green hair, I am blessed
The fireball sun floats on pink clouds
Like China doll surrounded
By full dress and stiff crinoline
God's beauty compounded
As the roosters steadily crow
Song birds sing very close
A new song I have just heard
Turkeys' gooble like ghost
The sun has changed from red to orange
Now it has become gold
God has choregraphed
For all a great morn's show
On the stone whitebeige border of a bridge over the Seine,
she rests her two arms, her body leaning on her outer forearms;
the tearlet longlaced white ruffles on her longsleeved dark skyblue dress
fall in small tiered cascades from long somewhat full sleeves
gathered at the wrists;
her medium light brown hair with orangey tints hangs in
voluminous ringlets over her shoulders.
She looks across the Seine with her longlashed mediumlight brown eyes.
A very light breeze touches her hair, ruffles and long full dress lightly,
creating a soft ripple (tingle), tinkle; her folded-in-an open-clasp hands
look like they are folded in an earnest suppliant's
prayer.
Oh for a sight of Jean (her cavalier), or even a word or letter - to ease her
ruminating anxious (but also hopeful) heart.
If I never meet her again,
my whole life would be incomplete.
This one day was simply germane.
And for what reason did we meet?
In this imperfect world of ours,
a joy, everything was flawless.
How often have you spent hours
on a sandy beach, in full dress.
And feel very comfortable,
with a cool breeze off the ocean.
Things were very pleasurable,
and we didn't need suntan lotion.