Magic Monday~Magical Walk Through The Flower Garden
Welcome To Magic Monday
Where We
Bring Out The Magic In Poetry
Tonight We bring out the Magic
Magical Walk Through The Flower Garden~
Feeling Free
Walking, Skipping
Cha Cha …My Love
Some enjoy the quietness, inner-peace
Those meditate or pick flowers
Just enjoy being creative
Most of all having fun
As you take us with you on a magical walk
Through The Flower Garden
Let’s all Write Magic into Poetry!
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Welcome to Magic Monday! Diane must be busy with the little ones, but I am sure she will be here as soon as she can! Beautiful blog and great pics, sis! :love: :love: :love:
SEE MY GROW
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Flower garden pretty in colors
A ray of many
Garden magic do grow
Rainbow Treasure
Rebirth
Petals furled
Springtime best time to start
Old leaves die out
New ones start to grow in
Many daffodils dancing in the sun
Pretty red roses
Even the seven sisters grow thick
Dew drops
Do make them sweet
Kisses of gold
To make them grow
Earth awakening from a silver mist
Sunflowers stand tall
Yellow and brown with long green stems
Just wavin in the sun
Hummingbird
Just flyin all about
Singing to all flowers tasting them nectar
Even makin honey I guess
Garden of Eden
See my flowers grow
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Written By: Bettie Davis ————————- © May 26 , 2o13
Out running through the flowers
Taking time not counting minutes nor hours
An inner peace takes over showers
Giving self-power
As the garden of flowers overpowers releasing all that sours
A magical feeling …believe is ours
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UPON THE VERGE OF SUMMER
Though unattended now
and filled with memories
of days gone by,
flowers still bloom
and the butterflies still
grace each fragrant petal,
adorning the quiet spaces
left behind for me to find
within this morning canvas
glistening with dewdrops
sprinkled upon each leaf
and tender blossom,
and upon my heart
and restless soul.
And lingering here
for just a moment or two
as the sun breaks through
the gray clouds of Dawn,
I will leave the garden
for just a little while
and go on about my day
refreshed and renewed,
once more lifted up
by a flower garden,
unattended but thriving still
upon the verge of summer
and looking toward June.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-27-13