Golden sunshine goes streaming down the hills,
Lighting those slender, beaming daffodils.
Warming breezes skilfully wend their way,
Coaxing flowers to elegantly sway.
Spring whose colours boast such splendid views,
Tantalise the eyes with dazzling hues.
© Ernestine Northover
The colours of Spring brought to life in this warm, happy poem, thanks Ernestine, Lynda xx
A dazzling vision of spring - enough to make you want to run down that hill and lose yourself amongst the 'beaming daffodils' Lovely Ernestine, a visual treat. justine xx
This was like viewing a beautiful day filled with freshness and clarity Ernestine my dear, You've done it again, , a great one! Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The essence & paragon of the pure writer, is when he or she can create the compendious grandeur, from the succinct....And when someone is so abasingly anathemized to tag such achievement as ''slushy'''...one can only pity they who have missed the parade go by....Excellent Work, young lady! My time iz-up once again, lass....but please stay in touch...as i will visit, when i can & will check messages the same. ~ Frank/FjR ~ ....FINALE....