Bluebells chime
with vivid colour
Blossom falls
like soft pink snow
on a fragile carpet
of nodding cowslips
A new sound echoes
at days dawn
A choir of songbirds
sing their song
An overture to
the opera of summer
The first act has begun
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let me read it to you.
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All of my NaPoWriMo poems are together HERE
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A choir of songbirds sing their song what a wonderful line. This is a beautiful poem. I love your new message as well.
ReplyDeletejust lovely!
ReplyDeleteoh beautiful, Keith...i am back and plenty to catch up, beginning here, gonig backward :)
ReplyDeleteI love hearing you read the poems. Cool!
ReplyDeleteYour bluebells are spectacular. Mine did bloom. There are 9 blossoms. I was quite proud. Then I saw yours. Ah well, maybe someday.
ReplyDeleteOh I like that, especially hearing you read it. It's good.
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