Whippoorwill Song of Longing

Days of leisure with Blue Bells ringing 

in notes of Lavender blue Sonnet Songs... 

The Lillies by the Creek shyly speak of 

stolen moments of P***y Willow smiles

while all the while Bees are buzzing and 

Butterflies romancing the Sky without a sigh  

The Wind is dancing through the trees where 

nests of Chickadees lay guarding their eggs... 

Rain drops and flower petals fall upon the 

moss of an ancient Rose of Sharon tree...  

I think of Thee my Nightingale of Berkley Square.    

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

just as magic as any painting, your 'stuff' is always wonderful to read,
soft and gentle with no axe to grind
our birds of summer are slowly slipping away
The swallows are gone and the Grossbeaks seem to be moving along
Even the Robins might have left
The Ravens and Towhees will stay all winter with some of the hummers but most of the babies are up and about and stretching their wings
Hope things are under control there
Dave

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dave.. you speak a language that is gentle on my mind.. Yes the Summer birds are slowly flying away to where there is a place of warmth where winds are soft and sensuous. Love 💕 the way baby birds stretch their wings. I imagine Canada has to
also change their routine in Order to control the Virus. May the World recover for the future of the generations to come. Thank you for your generous review. tenderly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

"I maybe right, I maybe wrong, but I'm perfectly willing to swear when you turned and smiled at me a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square" I will be humming that song all day....one of my mom's favorites. What a lovely write this is, Pat. Magically romantic and your love of nature sparkles through every line. A breath of fresh air in dark times! Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lydi... the Angels dined at the Ritz... are we having fun yet... What a way to celebrate a Birthday... life is a mystery and Miss Marple may be hired if necessary.
Today is special and I think I will listen to Frank Sinatra sing his Version of A Nightingale Sang at Berkeley Square. Thanks for sharing your in depth review. gently, Pat

[bee]

This paints such a lovely picture, I can see myself sitting in this garden and marvel at beauty you describe

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Lee... a garden is a place to
contemplate on fragile things like heart throbs and gentle rain where buttercups are
Lined up for morning prayers. I appreciate your endearing words. gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest 🐝 Bee... my eyes are clouded ... but my is open to the scents and smiles of nature. Thank you for your lovely review. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

My heart ❤️ is open to words and sounds played with softly falling rain in a garden where time is always free. truly, Pat

[bee]

You're very welcome

[Dave Brown]

Did my initial review come through?
we are sitting watching 'Texas Jack" and it is so terribly exciting, I may have pushed the wrong button

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dave... “pushing the wrong button”... now there’s a Title for a Novel... we are having a pouring rain from the Tropical Storm Isaisas pushing through the Carolinas and then on the Eastern Seaboard. If only it would make the CoronaVirus disappear. truly, Pat

[Papaya]

A lovely write that shows us the birds and bees in a romantic light.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Ana... how charming of you to leave your
romantic impressions of butterflies and buttercups.
gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

The lazy hazy days of Summer lie in misty moments
where butterflies whisper secret lullabies and hummingbirds
whiz past a row of buttercups... when raindrops linger on
the edge of tomorrow... gently, the Author Pat