she is a fool for tangled flowers, scattered sunlight, restless breeze
a connoisseur of tweet and twitter, busy bird beaks, twisting trees.
her heartbeat follows satin petal, every flitter, flutter, fall
heart now turned to her Creator, newly thankful for it all.
the place for fools is cobbled pathways, grassy carpets, earthy bed
and here she’ll find a place to settle, sigh, surrender, rest her head.
earth’s rebirth becomes her own, slowly shedding winter’s toll
flowers make fast fools of troubles, april showers cleanse the soul.
mellowed by the songs of springtime, beckoned by a blurry sky
she hears a humble bumble bee hum her honey lullaby.
since dreams fly best on cotton cloud,
she stands aside and gives them room.
whenever time and tide allow,
she stands alone,
a fool, in bloom.
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Trying not to take it personally. hahahahahahahahaha
:)!! Love every word!
I can’t wait for April…oh, that I may be it’s fool. I get all your posts in my in-box and enjoy them all but sometimes I need to hop over and tell you just how much! They are like delightful gifts in my in-box. Thank-you. Keep writing. Keep shining!
“flowers make fast fools of troubles” is my favorite phrase among the many you’ve planted in this fool’s garden. Love it, De!
I think I might be a fool in bloom ;D
I loved your imagery, it was wonderful!
Rhythmic alliteration & unique rhyme schemes; good job…