Spring wanders from the beaten path
Feet follow, where its aftermath
Is snared in campion bouquets...
Of almost Eden’s verdant sheaf
Of breezes tumbling leaf to leaf...
Of early-morn and late-dusk clock
Of arbors flanked by hollyhock...
Spring wanders from the beaten path
Feet follow, where its aftermath
Is snared in campion bouquets
In daisy chains and rose sachets
Where mint and chamomile are caught
Like artwork in a glass tea-pot
Where buttercups and fleabane stroll
Along the lane, up grassy knoll
To play ‘mongst Canterbury bells
‘neath bottomless blue-sky inkwells
And time is like a poem-book
A rhyme in every nook and crook
Of almost Eden’s verdant sheaf
Of breezes tumbling leaf to leaf
Of early-morn and late-dusk clock
Of arbors flanked by hollyhock
While laughter, like a butterfly
Bobs bloom to bloom with lilt and sigh
While gardens and picnics beguile
While summer-lovers smile and smile
© Janet Martin
a bit of feather-color at the feeders today
(Not quite as clear because I take the pictures through a screen)
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