As I was
Passing by
Flowers so blue
Or of a different hue
Scattered in the field
Dancing with the wind
Frolicking on the thought
Today is a day well spent
Tomorrow brings showers
Shouldn't bother, fetch me
A bundle, even if petals fall
One by one, whisper a tune
Hopeful in the gloom of my
Room, friends laid to rest
Are bouquets of flowers
Brightened my days
Delighted me in my
Loneliest, even as
I am among all
Just a wild
Flower
This is for my friend Gloria Soriano who passed away before Easter Sunday. She loved all my posts especially my poems, and yet, we have never met, only through Facebook. She and I are wildflowers enjoying the sunshine, unmindful of the rain in our lives.: -)
The blue flowers photos are from the FB collection of Leonid Regheta.
This photo is obtained from Facebook, from a lover of blue flowers in Ennis, Texas
You see beauty because of your beautiful mind, I'm sure. Thank you, Kostas, for reflecting back.: -)
Yes, Bro. Bernard, such are flowers, sunshine, and rain - God's bounty. Thank you for appreciating: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, Doris, and I also really enjoyed the poet's note. Thank you for sharing this.
Hi Kim, I'm glad to have met you through this poem. These encounters only confirm lives and poems are meant to be shared fir the best benefits.: -)