Buttercup and celandine,
Thrust upwards through the soil.
Tempted by the warm sunshine,
To join the bright trefoil.
These flowers of spring beneath the feet,
Are glorious blooms to view.
Their gentle faces tilt up and greet,
The dawn of each day, new.
Under the trees they're shaded,
From the summer's burning heat.
In splendour they are paraded,
To make the meadows sweet.
So frail and delicate they seem
But their strength is hidden away.
A beautiful creation so supreme,
They hold you in their sway.
How these small plants lift spirits high,
They are a delightful sight.
A pleasure sent to charm the eye,
And such memories to invite.
I always want to tiptoe lightly over the ground, because, who knows, there might be a tulip or buttercup resting under there! I am loving our springtime over here, and glad to know that you enjoy the same!
A song, a flower, a place in time, all can stir the senses and take us back Ernestine This is lovely Thankyou for sharing it Love duncan X
Ernestine a true celebration of spring's renewal of life...in delicate strength....thanks for this song of beauty Love, D.
Again an Ernestine classic.Delightful and as pleasant as the spring and summer sunshine you portray.A good subject for your artist skills Ernie.Often un-noticed jewels of nature enhance our world. Sid John xxx
Beautifully written, Yes, these simple flowers certainly raise the spirits when they appear.
Hi Ernestine Truly the words of a florist. My wife is also in the trade and we both enjoy our flowers a lot, a nicely written piece a joy to read thankyou. Kind Regards David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delightful spring time piece Ernestine. Beautiful...