Source:photoblogdujour
The sun will shine again.
You will stroll with a friend.
Colorful flowers will take bloom.
Normality will be back soon.
FLOWERS WILL BLOOM
bloom
IT’S THE SEASON
IT’S THE SEASON
The petals fall fast and furious.
The bare trees watch the fallen.
Limbs shivering in the coming cold.
Pink tears of surrender coat the ground.
As seasons come and go.
Yearning for their lost children.
They lift scraggly arms to the sky.
Prayers will soon be answered,
As seasons come and go.
Coats of white land on their branches.
Night falling all too soon.
Shivers dislodge the packed ice.
Leaving them bare once again.
They lift weary eyes to the sky.
As seasons come and go.
A warm wind caresses their arms.
Eyes open to sprouting buds.
Green and pink sweaters for spring.
Their children have returned.
As seasons come and go.
HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL
What can be better
than sitting on a bench
in the warm weather,
watching people, and
daydreaming?
Nothing.
Warm weather,
soft winds,
pretty blooms,
are all part of the
best time of year.
Welcome to spring.
Spring = Flowers.
Hope springs eternal.
Enjoy the new season!
LET IT BLOOM
LET IT BLOOM
Watch the rose bloom.
It’s not too soon.
The lovely smell.
It rings my bell.
The pink color.
Like no other.
Face to the sun.
Ready for fun.
Velvet to the touch.
I love it so much.
I’m ready for spring.
To hear the birds sing.
I’m eager for the first bloom.
Definitely not too soon.
Let it bloom.
LET IT BLOOM
Watch it grow.
Watch it bloom.
Pretty rose.
Sweet perfume.
The beautiful color.
Pink like cotton candy.
Facing the morning sun.
Happy as a dandy.
It is a bud.
When will it bloom
and open wide?
I hope it’s soon.
I’m ready for flowers.
I’m ready for spring.
Eager to see the buds.
Let the spring bells ring.
How about one rose?
The first bloom of the season.
That would be enough.
I think it’s within reason.
MOON SHADOW
MOON SHADOW
I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.
FORGOTTEN
Source: travel balloons
Amsterdam, Netherlands
Lost and forgotten.
Dripping in snow.
Frozen with ice.
Wheels shivering.
Handlebars sagging.
Until the spring.
Flowers blooming.
Roads clearing.
Water dripping off.
Wheels turning.
Its seat taken.
Out for a ride.
