In the dusting of springtime,
sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
come as star jasmine starts to climb
and in the breeze I see it sway.
I recall the scent of rose,
of lilac and the trumpet vine -
their fragrance wafting to my nose -
becoming soon a scent divine
attracting bees and butterflies
to my mom’s lovely garden spot.
Pappi fluff drifted to the skies,
scattering seeds, which were a lot!
The fruit this fluffy dust would bring
were dandelions of our spring.
In the waning moments of daylights song;
night birds at rest call softly to the stars
cicadas and crickets noisily sing;
as the golden hour waves goodbye.
Baby deer and ducks look on amazed;
everything goes silent; it’s the edge of night;
a lonely Queen sits, shining her crown;
for nowhere can the golden light stay.
During the dark of night a misty rain falls
touching treetops along the deep valley.
Dripping from branches to rising creeks;
Sleepy eyes carry water from the fountain.
Memories of her float about the fields
from winding paths we feel her presence.
Into the depth of our hearts; the memories speak,
of an old broken tree that used to stand tall.
A hummingbird gently nuzzles a trumpet vine;
the sun falls gracefully upon her passing;
the old queen’s crown shall always shine;
But nowhere can the golden light stay.
Dutchman's pipe trumpet vine
Virgin bower shrubs so divine
Beauty bush bright blue bean
climbers high to set the scene
Bamboo broom laurel bay
Lavender scent lasts all day
Bush clover russian sage
Azalea taking centre stage.
Elder myrtle bittersweet
perfumes the hazy heat
Privet peony prickly heath
Ivy holly for a seasonal wreath
Jasmine & jews mallow
by a trickling stream so shallow
Sea buckthorn to screen
Ceanothus high shaded green
fork-tailed azure crown
breed wolfs down trumpet creepers
they dive bomb red kites
Date created : 17 August 2020
NB
Trumpet vine / creepers nectar source for voracious bird.
Dive bomb as in bluff for deterring other species.
Dutchman's pipe,trumpet vine
Virgin bower,shrubs divine;
Beauty bush,bright blue bean,
Climbers high to set the scene.
Bamboo,broom,laurel bay,
Lavender scent lasts all day;
Bush clover,russian sage,
Azalea taking centre stage.
Elder,myrtle,bittersweet,
Perfumes the hazy heat;
Privet,peony,prickly heath,
Ivy,holly in seasonal wreath.
Jasmine & jews mallow,
By a trickling stream, so shallow;
Sea buckthorn to screen
Ceanothus high ,shaded green.
orange trumpets call
from the insatiable green –
fanfares of summer
In my garden I so heard, so
thought I saw a humming bird
Garnet wings flashed so divine
while flitting round a trumpet vine
Very much to my surprise
a mystic creature graced my eyes
Monkey faced fairy, very tiny
wings a flutter, gloriously shiny
Gossamer wings put on a show
fiery skin was all aglow
From ancient times and ancient lore
not a stitch of clothes she wore
A magic pouch she did bestow
love's potion makes your garden grow
Very much to my surprise
became an orchid before my eyes
I am new to the community.
The high fence blocks the visibility.
Days and nights, I enjoy
The lovely songs of a lady’s voice
The lyrics that she describes
Pink, red flowers that bees admire
White roses along the fence
The trumpet vine, like a snake, dances
Sunflowers edge the yard.
Purple and orange tulips in her regard
Colorful butterflies cycle
Falling in love with the scent of idols
Her daily songs draw me in
The flowers make my head spin
Hand in hand, we walk along
Dear blind sight, she sings the songs
O… Dear blind sight
Two hummingbirds taking turns
Sipping nectar from the trumpet vine
A radiant orange and fresh perfume carried them this far
Their wings humming the happiest tune
Harmoniously they sing with glee
Each tender flower gently nibbled every so jubilantly
“Come back another day my friends,” whispered the aged widow
“Please return tomorrow!”
“As I sit here upon my porch swing, your presence erases my echoing sorrow”
“Come back again little friends”
“I am looking forward to tomorrow”
Written by Gwendolen Rix
9-30-14
Morning glory, climbing post, daffodils, bright color
boast,
Lady slippers dance about, lilies of the valley shout
Voices heavy with the scent, honeysuckle branches
bent,
Greeting all the lilacs sweet, bluebells laughing in
retreat,
Spied behind the daisy’s face, elegance of Queen Anne’s
lace,
Forsythia, politely shorn, trumpet vine sounding her
horn,
Bold sunflowers, tall and proud, tiger lilies in a crowd,
Violets, timid, filling rank, ivy climbing every bank,
Cockscomb bristling in the wind, hiding fragrant
hyacinth,
Iris marching all around Mother Nature’s camping
ground,
Buttercups in glad array watch cornflowers gently sway,
Hollyhock stalks, row on row, nodding clover loosely
blow,
Suggesting, while willows wave, God to man, much
beauty gave.
Dutchman's pipe,trumpet vine
Virgin bower,shrubs divine;
Beauty bush,bright blue bean,
Climbers high to set the scene.
Bamboo,broom,laurel bay,
Lavender scent lasts all day;
Bush clover,russian sage,
Azalea taking centre stage.
Elder,myrtle,bittersweet,
Perfumes the hazy heat;
Privet,peony,prickly heath,
Ivy,holly in seasonal wreath.
Jasmine & jews mallow,
By a trickling stream, so shallow;
Sea buckthorn to screen
Ceanothus high ,shaded green.
Sticky wisps
spider's web
Milky hands
blood of weeds
Chyrsalide empty
butterfly breathes
on a summer morning humid
Scent absorbing
plum tree sweetened
Crickets tuning
notes of the season
Bare feet green
for a very good reason
I need to feel the earth
Leaves uplit
in a sweet sun bath
Echinacea flowers
bend the garden path
Yellow finch bellies
puffed up and fat
burst the sky with color
Orange explosion
trumpet vine
Adrenaline pumping
feeling fine
Smile elaborate
this day is mine
on a summer morning humid...
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