From a grave sermon of Winter morn
Round belly full of secrets deep
Spring arrived sparkling and veiled in dawn
Hair in hedges, tangled wild from sleep
Powerful, young and beautiful
She sweeps away tears and sorrow
Hues of skies those eyes of blue
Waking flowers and humming yellow
It is great homage to get Ostara. Nice penmanship. Beautifful poem. Attractive photograph. Thanks for sharing.
Part Two. I will try to give you a 10 but I have noticed that PH prefers to dump a thousand ads in the scroll in front of the voting booth and then the scroll is so long you cannot get it to stand still long enough to vote before it gets submerged by ads again. Just know this is a brilliant starry eyed sky full of 10's to me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Oh. My. Word! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! This is stunning! ! ! ! ! Love the image of the wild-haired emergence of spring from the hibernation of winter! ! ! ! Simone, you rock the poetic world with your presence! ! ! !
Simone, such a wonderful poem............................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hedges? the poem, alas, does little for me, unlike for some other readers. i much preferred the Poet's Notes; thanks for them. the illustration helped explain part of the poem. i'm most interested in knowing when the roasted rabbit is to be served! bri :) let me read another!