Poem
Flowers by the Tree
. . . . .
Christmas time passes
Yet beside my tree
The gentle blooming violets
Grin so blissfully
Even in the growing cold
Pink petals unfold
In this northern Christmas season
The violets unfurl from inside
Their tiny vases
A springtime mockery
Of the frozen season
This gives a great visual, Abigail. Of course Iove flowers and I can visualize your windowsill. 💕
ReplyDeleteAw thank you!
DeleteI love this poem, Abigail, and can picture it so clearly. Of course I know what that window sill view is. 💕. Grandma
ReplyDelete*grins* thanks!
DeleteThis is so pretty, I love it! Especially as I can also visualize your windowsill covered in pots of blooming flowers and vines, with a magical winter forest and lake behind it through the glass, yearning for spring so it can host those beautiful flowers in its dirt instead of having to watch them from the other side of the window.
ReplyDeleteI think your poems are rubbing off on me, that sounded more poetic than I meant it to!
You need to write me some poetry some time, that was very pretty.
Delete