Daisy oh daisy

 

Green clings to the gourd
Sun shines down on the green
Tiny balls burst upwards
Delicate white petals
Slowly unfold
Quiet is the sir
Warm is the sun
Green balls slowly unfold
Delicate white petals uncurl
Opening gently
Encircling bright yellow head
Softly the nod in the breeze
Warm is the air
Bright is the sun
The daisy reminds us
Summer has sprung

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Yesterday’s Rose

As autumn arrives
Your petals slowly fade
Your precious bloom
Almost gone
Winter waits around the corner
You are yesterday’s rose
Today’s pleasure
And tomorrow’s promise
That you will bloom again
In the fines of time

Honesty

honesty

Honesty, your fragrant purple flowers

Oval translucent seed heads

Gleam with eerie silver light.

You seed yourself freely.

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Honesty you are of moral character

Positive, truthful and trustworthy

You are yourself

Living your life freely

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Dare to be honest

Grow like honesty

Old fashioned charm

Thrive and be free

Happy Bus

happy bus

is a wet soggy day

Umpteen puddles to splash

Hot steaming coffee

Bright coloured flowers

Huge smiles of faces

It’s a Happy Bus day

The forecast is promising

Warmer weather on its way

Happy looking people

On a grey damp day

Music in my ears

Chocolate in my hand

I feel very happy

The smiles are free

So glad that most are on

The Happy Bus today.

Flower Show

garden

In this ideal setting

Is this year’s gardening bliss

From Vegetable heaven

To floral delights

With vibrant colours

And noses filled with

Fragrant delights.

You can be relaxing fresco

In the most amazing gardens

There are Hedgehog sanctuaries

And it’s an Insect paradise

Lastly the Concept gardens

Of imaginary offerings

Another perfect place

Rejoice in inspirational

British gardening

Morning sun

Todays Napowrimo prompt was ‘An aubade is a morning love song’ morning sun

I have missed my lovers face,  as darkness hid  him through the night

Now dawn breaks, shards of morning sun

Dances with the breeze on my lovers face

I gaze at him, as he sleeps soundly, His tender face, rested, calm

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Wanting to kiss him awake to see the glorious day ahead

Birds sing their morning glory, I want him to wake

Share the sun, the birds and the flowers dancing in the breeze

Creeping from the room, I turn to watch him

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Just for a moment blissfully unaware that the night has gone

I make the coffee, the richness fills my head

I know as he lies sleeping, the sun caresses his face

A gentle kiss on his lips , he opens his eyes slowly and smiles

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There is the brightness of the day

The warmth of the morning sun

The song of the birds, the breeze in our face

and the day of happiness lies ahead.