Sunrise Breezes

Gentle through the tender Spring Leaves... I listen to the Song Greensleeves...

Back when Love was a Sonnet and Spring breezes whistled 

through the tender green leaves... Golden rays of Sun fell upon  

Lovers as they walked on Primrose Paths of English Clover... 

A flock of Migrant Warblers gathered Rainbow hues as if 

Prayers were lifted from Parrish Pews on the early morning Dew... 

Be still my Heart and never depart from Mourning the Loss of 

so many who have Risen with the Sun where Blue Birds sing in 

Heavens Choir along the River where Poets hold a Silver Quill... 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

When love was a sonnet and harp strings plucked the notes of Greensleeves, castles were lived in by Kings and Queens in merry Old England.

So many have been lost in warfare, so many who will not see another sunrise though bluebirds will always sing over the white cliffs of Dover and lovers too will walk hand in hand in fields of purple clover.

And our rivers will flow into the mouths of the thirsty sea, silvered by moonlight.

Thank you dear Pat for your poetry and the wonderful imagery it brings to this reader on a cold but very sunny April morning.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... your review is a Treasure. The measure of Life is spoken in the music of a Violin amongst the Vintage Roses on a Summer Day. The white cliffs of Dover and purple clover will linger in my Heart. May your days be blessed on the River as it flows endlessly toward Healing every root of evil. Prayerfully, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Pat. Sadly I think it is going to take many prayers before Putin stops his campaign of hate :( Hoping for miracles.

[JE Falcon]

So smooth and wishful are the phrases written here, and I do believe I saw some Warblers from my distant past. Oh, how silently they flew in my mind's eye. Thanks for the visions.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Falcon... I appreciate your presence where Warblers gather to console the "faint of heart"...
Be brave and well... gently, Pat

[Patricia]

Pat, you have such an elegant pen and I’m always so uplifted reading your poems, absolutely beautiful! Perfect!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Patricia... lovely to be so SimPatico... as Kindred Spirits... Poets are the Hope of the World.
Art and Music are uplifting and every day and night we see the phases of the Sky. There is always a "touch" of Heaven... even when there is thunder and lightning...
it seems that a Voice is speaking to us in words of Wisdom. I appreciate your review. gently, Pat

[Patricia]

You’re welcome! :)

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A beautiful portrait painted here in your words Pat. It is filled with hope, as well as a yearning for brighter days to come. Looking forward towards the summer days that draw near.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Carlos... the force of Good and Evil is always at Play. We can shuffle our Cards with a New Deck and be surprised who the Winner might be with a Full House. We can always Pray. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I wish those bluebirds would sing again....and the sonnets' songs would fill the air...gracefully....
instead of bombs and screams and hate sitting in those pews...I wish,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... we need a Miracle with Prayers to Saint Michael... one of the Archangels. On May 8 there will be a Feast to commemorate the Archangels apparition on Mount Gargano. I will be expecting the Miracle you wish for, Jacob, in your Review of my humble poem.
tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

I'm breezing through your words of light, enlightenment and nature longing. You paint with words masterful scenes.
Poetess indeed.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... it seems that people have become kinder and and more thoughtful than ever before. The turmoil in this World has brought us closer together. We are experiencing an Awakening to our beautiful World. Of course each person must work hard to Create a World where everyone does their Share to Save the Constitution and the Right to be free and cast a Vote whenever possible to ensure a fair and safe Community. (instead of Helter Skelter... come what May.... Amen

[Patricia Wedel]

Sami... thank you for your Charming Review. gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome charmingly.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Folks ... Poets reign in Heaven with a Silver Quill... by the River of Life where White Swans spend time with Spirits that have left their earthly Ties as footprints in the Sands of Time. Amen... the Author Pat

[Cherrie]

Poets do put a shine on life, love, and loss. Bringing out the natural luster of the moment.
Really beautiful.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherrie... I just penned this poem in our Prayer Room upstairs with a Cathedral ceiling and a large Window that will be stained with the bright Rose and Burgundy Crepe Myrtle blossoms that will be in full bloom in June. The branches of Tall Pines are swaying in the Breeze. Be blessed with kisses of Spring. tenderly, Pat