A Time to Love
A time to love; when bluebells bow their heads in prayer in the solemnity of the woodland and crumpled tissues of the white flowering azalea sits softly on the tree – when primroses dot the hedgerows and the cherry blossom falls, and the cuckoo echoes the swallows return.
For is not spring a time to love?
A time to love; when poppies grace the amber crop as red sentinels of quietude and the English Tea rose unfurls her layered skirt – when jasmine releases scent in the evening air and cowslips charm the cooling water’s edge, and butterflies dance to the skylarks song.
For is not summer a time to love?
A time to love; when blackberries sit plump amongst their crown of thorns and rosy apples hang sweetly within the orchards swelling trees – when sycamore seeds twirl to the leaf littered floor and the hawthorn is dotted bright with red, and squirrels scurry to the geese formation
For is not autumn a time to love?
A time to love; when mistletoe is blessed with pearls of dew-drops for Christmas kisses and berries cluster the holly bushes of deepest green – when snowdrops are an innocent white and beech hedges are tarnished with copper, and the redwings flock to the starlings display.
For is not winter a time to love?
For as the seasons are a continuing cycle – so a time to love; is without beginning or end.
Poetry helped me emerge from my Chrysalis - but my wings are still drying - so much more to learn.www.janscreativewriting.co.uk updated - with endangered animals category & new animal/birds illustrated poetry book!
Very nice poem.
Excellent :-)
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Joyful and a celebration of the goodness of life and nature
bye for now
Oh! that's lovely, Calico - joyful, as Sarah says, above.
Thank you all so much - but it's nature we really have to thank for it's nature's joy and delight - that speaks the words.