can you sense the whispers
of the turning seasons?
*
can you hear
the words of love murmuring
through bowers of fresh green
blossoming with life?
*
can you see
the Lady of the Flowers
dancing, adorned in daisy chains,
awaiting a shy caress?
*
can you smell
the aromas of aphrodisiac
perfumes, carried on tender breezes,
awakening sensuality?
*
can you feel
the Lord of the Hunt’s
youthful vigour, manifesting in
lengthening days?
*
can you taste
the ambrosia of youthful desire
enriched by dawn’s purity, in flight
on fledgling wings?
*
can you sense the whispers
of the turning seasons?
I just found this poem in my draft file. It has a nice positive feel to it, and, as that is something that I believe we’re all in need of during these difficult times, I thought I may as well share it. The pictures are some that I’ve taken on my recent walks around the village, down to the meadow, and into the little woodland.
I hope you like it.
Love this!
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Thanks, Magarisa. 😊
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You’re welcome, Louise.
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Yes I can, and it’s just perfect!
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Lovely!
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A wonderfully descriptive and evocative poem, Louise. Beautifully written! ❤
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Thank you, Mum! 😁
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