Watered the roses in the early morning calm,
No robins singing, no pretty butterflies seen winging.
Sun hovers softly, building for its afternoon heat.
Your tomato plants are thirsty, watered them too.
You asked if I had noticed the beautiful
Crepe Myrtles blooming in pink, my favorite color,
They seemed to touch the pale blue sky.
Oh my, me without a camera, I sigh.
Dorothy Alves Holmes
Written Sept.20,2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem