The wildflowers and you.

The purple violet in your hair blooms for all the days

you spoke with a sparkle in your eye.

Fields of wildflowers dance at your presence.
The moon off the water winks;
cool winds turn warm.

Now, speak to me as if all the flowers were jealous and listening.

Reviews

[Marie]

Your lovely poetry keeps popping up, and I am lucky enough to find it. I have read it with pleasure for two years.

[Bare Trees]

You're a wonderful woman Marie, thank you.

[Girl With A Pen]

Wonderful! I was drawn in from the first stanza. :)

[Bare Trees]

Thank you, I appreciate your thoughts.

[Megan]

I love this. Those eyes draw me in. Beautiful words.

[Bare Trees]

Thanks very much.

[Laura Lynn]

I know what you mean, you worship this goddess woman lady girl and everything about her seems as the natural world, I have never seen a flower bloom in a person's hair after it is picked but the idea is magical way of thinking...I love cat-tails also!

[Bare Trees]

thank you for the review.

[MzC]

A provocative invitation...nicely crafted! (fab photo too!) :)

[Bare Trees]

Thank you Mz.