A wander, a wonder
My hand at my side.
I pet lilies and wilds
With black little eyes
Soft and sound steps
As the tweets fill the air.
I spy blue and red berries
To munch and to share.
A butterfly landing
On my cone flowered ear
I listen, wings whisper
As sunlight appears.
This poem is coming out of my imagination of my soon to be vacation to wooded bliss. I look forward to the wildflowers, waterfall sprays and sounds of nature. I am always bewildered by the beauty of this home we all share. I don't have to go far to enjoy it (well, ten hours, maybe kind of far). But, it feels worth it to see something that is so natural, carved out of water, growing wild, greens and purples. The lushness and softness of the chromatic colors amaze me. I will pet the flowers and listen for those whispering wings.
Go visit the lovely Amy Ludwig VanDerwater over at her wordifull poemy space The Poem Farm. (I just love making up words).
Before I go, I hope you will join in on Sunday for Chalk-A-Bration over at Teaching Young Writers. See details here.
If this poem is from your imagination I can't wait to see what comes from the inspiration of the real thing! Looking forward to more!
ReplyDeleteI long to walk with you, Betsy. But in a way I have. Petting flowers...oh smiley face city! This idea of an anticipatory poem is intriguing - what a cool pairing that would be! Have a glorious time! Happy PF!
ReplyDeleteLovely - and so much to look forward to, in your holiday of "wildflowers, waterfall sprays and sounds of nature.":
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful, inspiring time! Thanks for sharing, Betsy.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully imagined, Betsy. Petting flowers with one's eyes, gorgeous image. I hope you have a super time wherever your paths take you! (I'm chalking!)
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely morning walk! So many pretty images from your keen imaginings. The "whispering wings" sound so magical!
ReplyDelete"Wings whisper," Ah! such a lovely thought. I hope you will share many pictures and poetry of your vacation into the wild. Thanks for giving us a little taste.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to a wooded vacation myself in a week or so. Thanks for the poem!
ReplyDeleteThis poem has a beautiful rhythm when read aloud.
ReplyDeleteA butterfly landing
On my cone flowered ear
Love the image.
Cathy
You are really developing a distinct voice, Betsy! It is fun to see and hear your poems grow!
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