hydrangea blooming
buzz, buzz, buzz goes bumblebees....
red sun rising
Categories:
hydrangea, nature,
Form: Haiku
In the marshmallow
mirth of blueberry
beginnings of bliss,
I wish upon stars
that blush behind
mint-grey memories,
drifting along sheets
of fluffy daydreams,
across orchid skies.
For I am carving
silence before the
Goddess of Ocean
ascends and swirls to
the sterling rays of
the tulip moon.
My pen pierces through
paper promises
of what tomorrow
may bestow in blue,
where magic is sketched
from tears of broken
yesterday's drenched in
treacherous currents.
But tonight I'll
follow the raindrop
angel sprinkling light
glazed in gratitude,
to compose hymns
of healing with
hydrangea hues.
Categories:
hydrangea, imagery,
Form: Lyric
Walking along these old country roads,
the path littered with jagged stones.
Flowing to the wind melody
adorning the side of the trail ahead,
the little stream gleams at them in jealousy,
the sweet fluttering white flower bed.
The early rising sun beams in pride,
At the flowers dressed like a bride.
Basking in the morning light,
they glowed. A truly, splendid delight.
Walking past as they waved to me,
I said farewell to the hydrangea sea.
Categories:
hydrangea, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Two poetic hydrangea mobiles ~ happy or sad, take your pick
~
Weeping hydrangeas spill
sapphire tears falling,
drenching grey scale gardens
suspended, free flowing
a mobile of distractions
on tiny threads scattered
above clouded daydreams
Worded floating silent streams,
spinning slowly, creating phrases
on whirlwind petals,
browned edges frame
whispered wonderings
sans answers
upon somber breezes
of yesterday’s questions
or
A cappella Hydrangeas
send harmonic petals floating
upon melodic wind chime breezes,
suspended soft concerto clouds
on love sonnet strings
tuned to a spring day,
as flowering symphonies,
acoustic mobiles of emotion
bloom within a garden
of daffodils dreams
in unison with lyrical
compositions of nature’s
enchanting song
~
Categories:
hydrangea, poetry,
Form: Free verse
ODE TO THE HYDRANGEA
Misunderstood little Mophead,
They call her ‘Changing Rose’,
Her colour comes from the soil
And the acidity in which she grows.
Chorus: Water in her name,
Water in her veins.
Blue Azorean stranger,
Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea.
Graceful in the half-sun,
She turns pink with added lime.
At home in the Himalayas,
Found globally over time.
Water in her name,
Water in her veins.
Blue Azorean stranger,
Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea.
Not a flower but a shrub,
Grandiflora and Annabelle
Splash their petals radiant,
A most hardy perennial.
Water in her name,
Water in her veins.
Blue Azorean stranger,
Nothing rhymes with Hydrangea.
Categories:
hydrangea, flower,
Form: Ode
Multiplier and large blooms
Colors varied and depend on the soil ph
Hardy plants are hard to kill
Blooms all spring and summer
Until frost, you delight me
No need to fret for you
You never displease me
Your plant grows and thickens
Each year, you grow more beautiful
My delight is in your blossoms.
You stand for rebirth and eternal life.
For Linda Marie's Contest-Flowers
Thanks for the inspiration!!
Categories:
hydrangea, faith, nature
Form: Free verse