Source:yoursummerdreamz
A bed of flower.
A fragrant power.
Petals in my face.
Such a perfect place.
I’ll soon be asleep.
So don’t make a peep.
BLUE BED
fragrance
A BUD
A bud so sweet,
Enticing treat.
It throws off heat,
Dance to its beat.
Its scent draws me near,
Still not feeling fear.
It soon becomes clear,
I shouldn’t be here.
The buzzing becomes loud,
Near my face big and round.
I quickly hit the ground,
Hoping I won’t be found.
The birds are chirping,
And I’m not hurting.
The sun is shining,
My bud is smiling.
A FIELD OF BLUEBONNETS
I walk in a field of Bluebonnets.
I thought to compose for them sonnets.
The sweet fragrance fills my soul
until I am again whole.
I feel tired as I smile
like I’ve walked a full mile.
I will make my bed
and lay down my head.
My thoughts drift so slow and low,
somewhere over the rainbow…
PRETTY IN PINK
Source:yura03
Petals drift in the warm breeze.
Pretty in pink, they flutter.
The fragrance tickles my nose.
Velvety soft to the touch.
My senses engaged.
My mind is at rest.
No need for worries.
No need for more words.
FILLS MY MIND
The view fills my mind,
Soothes my soul,
Brings me inner peace.
The sweet aroma of flowers
Tingles my nose,
Draws me closer.
The sea air brushes my face,
Salts my skin,
Leaves cold footprints.
I’m running,
Eyes wide open,
Face to the sun.
I’m here
In the paradise
Of my imagination.
THOSE BLUEBELLS
Bluebells to ring in the summer
when life can be such a bummer.
Tiny lights to brighten the day.
I’m happy they are here to stay.
Sweet fragrance sent from the Almighty.
Soothing music to calm the mighty.
THE BLUE
Smouldering Heart of the Blues by ecstaticist on Flickr.
The blue sucks me in.
Velvet petals caress my face.
A buzzing bee whizzes past.
I’m inside the midnight blue darkness.
My head spins from its heady fragrance.
Lines of poetry beg to be written.
Will I yield to the blue darkness?
It’s a trap I cannot escape.
THE BUZZ
A bud so sweet,
It throws off heat.
Its scent draws me near,
Still not feeling fear.
It soon becomes clear,
I shouldn’t be here.
The buzzing becomes loud.
The fuzzy face too round.
I quickly hit the ground,
Hoping I won’t be found.
The birds are chirping,
And I’m not hurting.
The sun is shining,
My bud is smiling.
BECKONING
The colors of nature are
Bright and fresh,
Soothing and serene,
Beckoning for you to take
A stroll through the flowers and
Inhale their sweet fragrance.
Take time to appreciate nature
And all it has to offer.
SIMPLE
Brockhampton Estate, Herefordshire, England
via n.g.s
There’s beauty in the simple,
in the flow of a sweeping vine,
in the perfection of a rose.
Enough to brighten a day,
to fill you with its scent,
to entice you with its passion.
To leave you with serenity.
SUSANNE LEIST 