A Blossoming Sonnet ?
The orchard wakes beneath the golden sun
And, apple blossoms open pink and white
Though efflorescence rests when day is done
Transparent they reflect in the moonlight
As soft pastel on petals slowly fades
The fivesome leaves will stretch out green and curl
Bright green above and silver under shades
While pollinators dive in for the pearl
The wind machine sits idle by the rows
To thwart a frosty mood if grows acute
So pleased at how the warm spring Zephyr blows
A tempting scent of autumn’s promised fruit
And much to soon is gone the beauty graced
but pleasing us, this season it embraced
by Pamela
Robin of Pensieve has invited one and all to join in Pensieve's Poetic License. (Yes, she had her license suspended there for awhile. Glad she renewed it!)
Hope to read you there!!
Comments
Happy day to you!
Have a great day!
hughugs
what a talent
love the spring picture it leaves with me
of course your picture is nice too
I left a comment on the rock post that never showed up...oh maybe it was censored (o:
1) You're the second person to tell my they couldn't post a comment :(. That's news every blogger hates to hear.
2) I re-opened the Linky and added your link :). I know it's kinda late, but I'll comment it on my post, too (stupid tech stuff).
3) If I had an orchard (or a few fruit trees), I'd be waxing poetic about 'em, too :). You've romanticized apples for goodness sakes and painted a wonderful word picture.
4) Send a sample when they're here :).
5) Peter likes you better than me. Fine.
6) THANKS for playing along!
:)
Lindsey
I wonder if Shakespeare dusted?
You are so talented dear friend.
Love,
Sue