Saturday evening...
We linger with our wine
By open, screenless windows,
Lightning flashes in the distance.
A freshening breeze --
The crabapple tree sways,
Explodes in a shower of pink.
Damp petals swirl through the windows,
Flutter down to pattern the table before us.
Spring's discarded finery.
On Sunday morning, the goldfish
Swim beneath the flung confetti
Of Spring's passing parade.
16 comments:
Charming words and images, Vicki :)
"...the flung confetti
Of Spring's passing parade." Very nice, Vicki.
Your love for your place shines through your words. How lucky you are to be here now!
Deana
love standing in the rain of petals of our pear tree...and love a good evening thunderstorm...helps me sleep...
Oh, that was beautiful. As beautiful as the pictures that inspired it.
Beautiful!!!
Exquisite...
Beautiful poetry and gorgeous photographs. A great post!
Exquisite , indeed!
I love "flung confetti
Of Spring's passing parade."
Beautiful words and pictures, as always. Such a shame the glory doesn't last long, even though the petals look pretty floating in your pond.
The crabapple tree spawns ... ;-)
Well, back to reading class,
I suppose. Beautiful spring images!
What a beautiful little fish pond. Lovely words.
Some great images here.
As delightful as the fish are beneath the confetti, don't you wish those petals would stay on just a little longer, though?
Looks like a magical day!
Well... salud!!! what can be better than having a glass of good wine looking to the beauty around!!!
oh!!! and in good company, superb!!!!
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