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
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2023
I love the hover fly hanging around on the flower. The garden is a lovely place.
ReplyDeleteThanks John. It is my meditation…
DeleteI love it when they are so interested in the blossom that they barley notice our presence. Well done, Cheryl. Sorry to be so late.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dan. I love when I zoom in to photograph a flower and find living jewels within the petals! You’re never late. 😉
DeleteBeautiful Cheryl! You can so easily take a flower and a bee and make it into something magical and wondrous.
ReplyDelete😊Awww than you Mary. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteYou sow beautiful music!
ReplyDeleteMother Nature is the sower. I am just one of her gardeners. 😊
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