I know three comely misses
named April, May and June;
with tulips, they blow kisses;
with blackbirds, whistle tunes.
And over hills and vales, each wears
a long, green velvet gown;
their eyes, blue skies; their long blonde hair,
the sunshine streaming down.
They call to me, “Come wander.
Come dig, my love, and sow”
and so, I must go yonder
and, a love bright garden, grow.
Comments
Linda Wigzell Cress | November 18, 2011 - 16:55
A sweet poem. I love it.
skinner_jennifer | November 18, 2011 - 17:18
JoHn you can certainly write some wonderful poetry
and this one is definitely one of your finest.
Thankyou for sharing.
Jenny.
well-wisher | November 19, 2011 - 10:55
Thanks, Linda. Glad you enjoyed it.
JoHn -
"Ex amore victoria". ("From love comes victory".)
well-wisher | November 19, 2011 - 11:05
Thanks, Jennifer.
I think that the modern world too often separates us from Mother Nature (and each other) but I feel a very strong emmotional connection to nature and try to communicate it in whatever way I can think of.
Glad you liked it.
JoHn -
"Ex amore victoria". ("From love comes victory".)