Painted Lady of Astors on the Avon

In my imagination... I fly among the Goldenrod  

where purple Astors Nod and Bend and become 

a Ballet of Shakespeare's Avon Aphrodisiac ...  

Blue buttons bloom in Meadows where 

Autumn sunlight settles on green moss... 

 

 

Reviews

[Re-Pete]

that's some painted lady. your words do her justice.

"It would be well, perhaps, if we were to spend more of our days and nights without any obstruction between us and the celestial bodies, if the poet did not speak so much from under a roof, or the saint dwell there so long. Birds do not sing in caves, nor do doves cherish their innocence in dovecots." - Thoreau

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete... the Celestral Cathedral becomes a place where the Light shines through... the Innocent Dove will Rest In Peace. gently. Pat

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I really enjoyed this. Very classy poem

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dale... Classical music fills the Heart with tender moments. Wishing you Joy and Myrr with frankincense. softly, Pat

[Thomas W Case]

Superb work. You paint this scene well.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Thomas... the Promise of flowers when Nature becomes our Sanctuary... is worth the time spent with Poets in the Balcony of Ancient Amphitheaters. softly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Folk... as we leave Summer and enjoy the Autumn breeze among the trees... we can play our flutes and dance among the Jack in the Pulpits... gently, the Author, Pat