Violets of stolen moments

The sun rises and smiles on the 

bosoms of mountains... 

as the rivers flow with currents of 

natures provocative libations... 

Breezes sway with lullabies and 

memories of lovers breath in 

soft sounds of merriment... 

Sweet violets of stolen secrets and 

flights of butterfly dreams... 

Many days of rain have brought 

a sense of movement in sleeping 

buds of possibility... 

Birds in painted vanity appear 

as though the opera of a lost paradise has 

suddenly discovered sunshine and laughter...  

Reviews

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This makes me think of those violet fields of Provence that served as the backdrop for some of Van Gogh's latter years.

"Bosoms of mountains".....such an alluring description. As always, your description of the senescent scene is lush and visual. Surely someday the floral world will bow at your feet for all these dedications to their beauty.

Another beautiful write, Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Doodley... I see the "Starry Sky" in your eyes. Surely your eyes are Violet when the bosoms of mountains fall at your feet. Van Gough's brush has has painted memories of laughter and Happy everafter. truly, Pat

[Relic]

How can anyone not like this? There's something about nature and renewal that lets us know even humans are capable of it. Nicely written, Pat.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Relic... time to get the Model T Ford wound up and running... Spring is in the air and I have a spare... truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

"soft sounds of merriment...
Sweet violets of stolen secrets and
flights of butterfly dreams..."

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... violets and buttercups are showing up... bees and birds are buzzing and chirping... Do you have spring fever?
As ever, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

I sure do. As ever welcome...

[MsJewel]

What would we do without those flights of butterfly dreams? Your violets of stolen moments has stolen my heart :) Julie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Julie... at the end of a day a bouquet of violets is the sweetest gift bestowed by a lover whose heart is rendered with roses and a special rendevouz just for you... truly, Pat

[Norman 223]

You have caught the beauty of living in the countryside, Pat, where you can appreciate the changing face of nature all year round. Town life seems to always be the same. I was so glad to be able to leave London, where the only changes are more tower blocks and bizarre glass structures.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Norman... Spotsylvania Cunty in Fredericksburg, Virginia was inhabited by country folks with farms and horses and carriages and Pear Orchards, and then the Civil War where churches were used as hospitals for the wounded. Many ghosts linger through the years. Thanks for your review. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Of course George Washington's boyhood home is along the Rappahannock River and his Mother Mary Washington had a home in the City of Fredericksburg, Virginia. truly, Pat

[SleeplessVolcano]

Nature often blesses us with such uncomplicated beauty - you've made me want to go outside to seek sights and sounds of nature..:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sleepless ... I love the awakening of Spring... early Robbins bob, bobbing around... lovely to read your review. truly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Yes pat when it comes to seasons it’s just business as usual, nature’s way.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... "business as usual".. is a twitter ... pruning feathers and fluttering about! Old birds trimming their beards and mustaches ... strutting along the avenue. Like your brand new Cane! truly, Pat

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Lovely image of new life returning such s beautiful time of year , day, new seasons always welcome bringing hope and joy, lovely picture presented🌹

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Time... lovely to meet you. Our world evolves around the music of seasons ... the lullabies of birds on wings and breezes in trees. I appreciate your review.
truly, Pat

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure- and so true are your words🌹

[Lorry]

Have read this a few times now and you somehow managed to make me homesick, while I am still here :)
This sounds so much like travelling from the west of Scotland, up north to Inverness, where I used to go hiking and climbing. The violet though, would be from purple heather, which grows wild amongst the trees, giving the trunks and branches an eerie purple glow. It is such a beauti
Ful site. I want to go now :) You have painted a beautiful picture with words, of hope and infinite possibilities. You should frame it. :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Lorry... I shall also frame the picture you have painted in my mind of Scotland and your walks with the glow of Heather.
Someday I would love to see all the beauty of Ireland and Scotland. I love that my poem gave you a sense of home. truly, Pat

[Lorry]

Wrap up warm, its minus silly degrees, and due to get much worse next week :(

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonder use of description. You made nature come alive and beautiful. I liked this poem. Thank you Patricia for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... you have a gentle touch in your review. Nature can be either gentle or fierce. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my dear friend. I love your work.

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks so much for this marvelous experience in reading dear friend! Spring is approaching and is certainly all that you so melodically have said .. well done...well done indeed says i!
E.
ps. i agree with Barleygirl on those two lines..they are stand out for sure ...Mother Nature is so buxomly bountious :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear E... women and the weather are so unpredictable. Mountains will always be there unless "the Rockies may tumble...". I am waxing so poetic. I must have been bitten by the Love bug. Thank you for your gracious review. May your Spring find you intixicated with nature's brew. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you Pat...and same to you :)