Borrowed Time

My heart is beating like drums 

on the edge of borrowed time... 

Where butterflies sip on Allium globes 

as Tanagers fly close by... 

Clematis climbs on the trellis 

of my heart where love abides... 

The Sun sets breathlessly... 

Summer Tanagers nest within 

my garden grove where love remains... 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Soon your garden will be transformed. The coldness of winter will slide into spring and summer. Your garden will become a delight of colour and fragrances and will welcome the return of feathered friends and creatures who do not appreciate winter's reign. We are on the cusp of spring and I am excited for what lies ahead. My heart beats out its drum for what is to come. A lovely visual write Pat for lovers of nature. So poetically conveyed.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Christine... love the way you phrase your thoughts-- "the return of feathered friends and creatures who do not appreciate winter's reign".
I do hear a drumbeat when the sunset of my life is
tethered by so many winters. I sense a rebirth of longevity when spring blossoms with colors of love.
truly, Pat

[redzone]

ah Patricia, dreaming of springtime and your gardens flowering again... when it is so cold (17 degrees last night) and the warmth of coffee is being sipped, I am right there with you.... right now my garden is covered in snow, but soon I will have to go out there to till the soil and pull weeds... I love playing in dirt... lol

such a lovely poem Patricia.... that's muchly for sharing....

[Patricia Wedel]

Good morning Curt... trust you are keeping warm as Winter wears a furry hat and roses sleep beneath the snow. Little roots will be waking up and flowers bloom with smiles of eagerness. truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

You have so much time left in this world, Pat....you are young at heart. I can see you are looking forward to springtime when the birds will be chirping outside your window and the pretty flowers will be in bloom. The imagery here is splendid. Yes, love remains....even in the cold bleak winter. Lydi****

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lydi... our life encompasses the music of our heart... the sounds of bird songs and water falls where love is in the air... as winter snow is sprinkled
in my hair... with flowers tucked here and there. Many blessings are bestowed. truly, Pat

[Pryde Foltz]

A nice place to visit ... this poem. Superb, Pat. Love it:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Pryde... you are a Sweetheart... lovely to have you visit and share my garden with you. read moredearest Pryde... you are a Sweetheart... lovely to have you visit and share my garden with you.
May your moments glow like Opals and life be scented with myrrh. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

May your moments be filled with the scent of myrrh.
with love, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

A man or a woman are as old as they feel. Obviously you feel energetic and blooming with the beautiful roses. Your cup ovefloweth with garden delights and sensations. Kudos.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... no need to be old... when you
can be a dreamer of love and a poet of hearts.
50 is the new 20, and 80 is the new 60. Thanks for
stopping by to imagine the butterflies. truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

All true and well said. You are.

[Sami Khalil]

Welcome.......

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Seeds of love will always be planted in your garden, even when they haven't germinated yet. Eventually it will become a rose.

What beautiful sentiment you expressed here.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dale... Winter is a time for reflecting and
sharing tales of romantic notions. "Does eat Oats and little Lambs eat Ivy... wouldn't you. " ? The seasons have a reason. Thanks for a charming review. truly, Pat