Wildflowers…
Wildflowers….
Me and you,
we found the holy ground of nature,
in the field of the wildflowers,
we swam in the beauty of her grace.
She blessed us with her caress.
I told you.
You make the wildflowers more beautiful and wonderful.
We sat,
allowing the scent of the wildflowers to surround us,
making us know.
Nature’s gifts are near us and a blessing for us..
Dancing Coyote
simple. short and lovely; great photo too 🙂
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Spring had arrived in Michigan. Needed some Spring time poetry. Thank you for reading and the comment John.
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we must stay in touch; our words speak to each other 🙂
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I am easy to find John. I do enjoy your work. Real world and honest. W.C, I do enjoy. Gives me reasons to write.
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Springtime in Michigan with beautiful wildflowers. 🙂
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Spring is wonderful in Michigan my dear friend. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you my friend.
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This forms a beautiful imagery. Wildflowers are lovely when they are fully bloomed. Graceful they look.
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I agree dear Kritika. Here in Michigan. The wildflowers grow where they will. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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I love this..
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Thank you for reading dear Shelly. The days of Spring make us feel alive and good.
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Wow 🤩 a gorgeous poem! I love the scene, John 😀
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Thank you dear Annabel. The days of Spring. So cool to watch life come alive and bloom for us.
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Isn’t it wonderful to be able to truly feel the life and beauty around us?!🤩😀 you totally got this, John!🥂
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beautiful
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Thank you dear Beth.
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