Songs of New Adventures

My heart hums a lullaby along with a tufted titmouse 

among the luscious Berries that surround the sanctuary... 

Remembering the Glory days of Summer Romance and the dance... 

We dream in the shade of the weeping willow whose age is unknown...   

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, I too am holding on to memories of my spring and summer. The days are cold, short and the nights are long. We also have the virus hovering and our country is back in full miserable lockdown. Even the birds seem to be more scarce than usual. I am hibernating indoors. Cosy by the fire, drinking plenty of hot tea and biding my time. Thankful more than ever for poetry and the joy that brings. Sending love across the waves.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... lovely to know you are Warm and Cozy by the Hearth... Our days are a challenge and we continue to encourage others. 💕 Love and blessings. tenderly, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

a delight, is there any better shade than that of a willow...

Summer, where art thou?
Come bearing gifts of shade and splendor :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cherrie... your review is a "pillow" to rest
my mind from the severity of the day when our
country went berserk... and we need the comfort of a "weeping willow" to collect our thoughts. gently, Pat

[barleygirl]

I'm reading a book of short stories illustrating the lakota sioux way & yesterday I ran across this: "on the moon of the ripening berries" . . . which is what your poem reminded me of . . . something about berries just shouts "SPRING!" And right now (this winter being exceptionally DRY & steadily frosty for a Cali wimp) I am deliriously fantasizing about spring. In short, thanks for taking me there a bit early, cuz I really needed it this chilly morn (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Margie... "on the moon of the ripening berries" is lovely... and encompasses the beauty of
nature and the ever present Moon. gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

We look forward indeed to brighter days, warmer days, lovely days. Adventures are waiting around the bend, to turn the corner and usher in the New Year. We hope then walk the walk. Kudos

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami... “around the bend and the New Year ..”. is a rhyme close to my heart.
Where there is Light there is Hope... being a Fighter is a good Omen. Yes, Adventures are waiting. Be Brave.. Be Safe. .. gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome.

[Patricia Wedel]

Aging is humming lullabies when Winter berries are the only color seen... however, Red berries will be our Survival as we smile and wait until God gives us Spring... softly, Pat