Sunday, April 30, 2023

The Guest #poetry #photography

 


The Guest





I rose with marked anticipation
seeking nature’s orchestration




Someone new had joined the brass
a painted, fiery violet lass
How brilliant! 
Closer now, I need to see…
Oh yes! 
There you are, I knew you’d bee





To see your face
in this wondrous place
is a treasure!
How can one measure 
the worth of the earth’s
generosity~
her ferocity
astounds!

Would that I could follow you
and touch her face the way you do,
collecting gold for distribution~
Where, then, is the attribution
you deserve? 

I see you,
I hear the whirring of your wings,
an aria without horn or strings,
a breath in the cacophony~
Nature’s ancient symphony

Cheryl Pennington 
Copyright words and images 
2023








8 comments:

  1. I love the hover fly hanging around on the flower. The garden is a lovely place.

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  2. I love it when they are so interested in the blossom that they barley notice our presence. Well done, Cheryl. Sorry to be so late.

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    1. Thanks Dan. I love when I zoom in to photograph a flower and find living jewels within the petals! You’re never late. 😉

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  3. Beautiful Cheryl! You can so easily take a flower and a bee and make it into something magical and wondrous.

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    1. 😊Awww than you Mary. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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    1. Mother Nature is the sower. I am just one of her gardeners. 😊

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