Waltzing Wildflowers

The sunlit Woods are sprinkled with Dutchman's Breeches  

 

and Rue Anemone as the breeze creates the music of 

a Piccolo e waltz accross the Moss where fairies sleep 

and blue birds nest high above on branches laden with 

blossoms of blue bonnets and Rainbow ribbons... 

Memories of The Blue Danube Waltz become the 

Lullaby's of Spring and Romantic Rendezvous... 

Reviews

[Re-Pete]

heavenly words you hatch. like floating in the clouds. spring has sprung. many birds have been visiting the small tree just outside my window including a blue jay a couple of times now. their songs now seem louder and more joyous. your words true music. as i tap you gently on the shoulder, excuse me mam, may i please have this dance ... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete … waltzing with flowers is a pleasure… thanks for your gracious Review. gently, Pat

[Neville]

I doubt if anyone could possibly visit here and leave without a big smile on their face .. I Know I won't :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville… a Smile is worth a Pot of Gold at the end of a 🌈 Rainbow… hugs, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

"and blue birds nest high above on branches laden with

blossoms of blue bonnets and Rainbow ribbons..."

[Sami Khalil]

Joyously written in style, magically conveyed in imagery and wonderfully rich in wording.
The reader can't help but waltz along and spread their wings to fly away in romance.
Enjoy the awesome trip to the Danube...

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Sami… my Father’s family were born in Hungary 🇭🇺 and migrated via the Statue of Liberty many Moons ago. By the way .. our Poet Betty is going to Hungary 🇭🇺 very soon to visit her Heritage in Hungary. Gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

I like to visit one day. Beautiful country with gorgeous architecture. So much history. I'm sure she will enjoy it. You are welcome Pat.

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing and beautiful dance of words and thoughts dear Pat. I will plant my garden tomorrow. We hope the cold days are done in Michigan. I love the dance of the flowers. Where I live. The dandelions and the wildflowers grow everywhere. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John… our Lawn is sprinkled with wild blue bonnets and the garden has wild lavender… the Birds sprinkle wild seeds … I believe. We have a Hyacinth in bloom and a few Rise bushes with Buds forming. Some trees have blossoms; however most trees are slow to grow their Green leaves that Summer will eventually Spread as Shade. Lo, Winter is sleeping in repose. Peace and ❤️ Love… Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pat. Winter still holding on. I need to plant my seeds. I will plant purple Sunflowers and regular sunflowers.

[Wondering Mind]

I adore musical metaphors..
Dancing poetry

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Wandering Mind… dancing to the Blue Danube Waltz is the epitome of Bliss. tenderly, Pat

[Mauricio Montoya]

Wow let's dance as bird's fly I love how you brought this to mind, great flow.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Mauricio… yes, we can dance as the Birds fly… as though our 💜 Heart had Wings. We can 🎶 sing in harmony on Spring and Summer days where Chipmunks play. Be 😇 blessed. gently, Pat

[Mauricio Montoya]

Thank you Pat bless you for writing

[light and ashes]

I love how this has a magical and slightly ethereal feel to it......Fantastic write.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Light… your touch has been like Misty moments when wild flowers appear where Winter kept her magic tucked in Mother Earth. We had a Misty day that Birds call an Awakening as they sing a Song 🎶 that lingers long after the Sun sets. Breathe and Believe. gently, Pat

[light and ashes]

God bless you, Pat.....that is beautiful poetry. I am not sure I deserve your grace, thank you..

[Patricia Wedel]

Your face shines with the Sunrise and raindrops begin to bring Spring like Violins 🎻 play an Irish Lullaby.. Anen.. Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

The forests are indeed musical with an array of animal and bird tones, which tend to mesmerize us in the spring....the breeze is what sprinkles those different sounds about...and of course memories of the Blue Danube Waltz.....blossoms diffuse about to make the hills and valleys become alive.
Beautiful dear Pat
Best, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty… lovely that the Breeze has sounds of the Blue Danube Waltz … reminds me of Hungarian symphonies where my Father’s ancestors were Gypsies. The hills and valleys must have been Alive. I am blessed with your Presence.. Be Brave … gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Dearest Pat; I am also from Hungarian heritage on both sides!!! You're very welcome///
Truly, B

[Patricia Wedel]

Wow!! I must remember that… my Father had a few Hungarian friends in Maryland where I grew up. I never learned to speak Hungarian, except to sing Happy Birthday. My Father assisted a Pastor in a Hubgarian Church in Ohio where we lived for a few years in 1945. We had a house next to the Church as part of helping the Pastor. Wish our World was more Peaceful at this time. Love and Peace… Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

We're of the same stock! yes I too wish we were in a better place.... Thanks for your lovely (as always) review!
Best, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty… I feel a Kindred Spirit… as Spring and Summer come together. The Blue Danube is alwaways on my Mind. My Mother had all the Lon-playing Recirds of the Strauss Waltz”s.. tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

I will visit Hungary on a river cruise this fall!, have seen Budapest ....you're very welcome dear Pat
Best, B

[Patricia Wedel]

You are so fortunate… the sound of Budapest has always had a nice feeling for me. Praying for a safe Trip and a special visit. softly, Pat

[Cherrie]

Yes, Spring in all her charm brings everything alive, and this year's waltz is grand.
I love your writing ✍️ I always fall into it.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherrie… you give hope and love in your Reviews… when Sparrows and Whippoorwills sing 🎶 as Spring emerges. Be blessed. gently, Pat

[Cherrie]

The whipperwil the dove and a water loon a this years trio

[Patricia Wedel]

You are a Lover of Nature… quite a Trio…
so charming in the glooming… dear 💜 heart… tenderly, Pat

[Cherrie]

The Three Tenors of the Woods.
A poem, I spy.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cherrie… the three Tenors of the Woods… will you Pen that Poem? I hope so… hugs. Pat

[Cherrie]

I gave it a shot with Silent Applause

[Patricia Wedel]

I love that Idea for your poem… It will be a 🐝 bee in your Bonnet… hugs, Pat