Shadows come dancing
\nBluebells and all
\nLight infused greenery
\nAt the wooded ball
\nVast serenades
\nOf lustre and blue
\nPatches of May
\nShow what Hawthorn can do<\/p>\n
Vistas of cerise
\nBoughs heaving too
\nWith bounteous blossoms
\nWhat fragrances do
\nTo the visiting Bee\u2019s
\nSnuggled up in the power
\nBillowing blissfully
\nHour after hour<\/p>\n
Just a great sheet of blueness
\nNot a cloud anywhere
\nThe leaves kind of ripple
\nAll needing to share
\nand dance to the rhythm
\nOf the stillness of time
\nAs it marches before us
\nPerforming this rhyme<\/p>\n
My blue dress my aura
\nMy neverness where
\nI hide in my own self
\nWholly aware
\nSteeped in the imaginary
\nFaeries and all
\nThe flutter byes and dragon
\n flies
\nWho come to call<\/p>\n
With their gossamer wings
\nMini rainbows I see
\ncrystal reflections
\nThat glint beautifully
\nAll painted by Nature
\nThe mother to be
\nWho sets out her palette
\nAnd discovers it\u2019s me<\/p>\n
When I wear my blue dress
\nI am timeless and I
\nAm the only one here
\nAnd my very own sky
\nIs above me it\u2019s mine
\nThere is no one about
\nJust a Rabbit a Deer
\nAnd I am in no doubt<\/p>\n
There is nothing more beautiful
\nIn this world today
\nThan the colour of nature
\nAnd when I do say
\nTo myself when I am walking
\nWith Olive when she
\nSniffs here and there
\nAnd we both feel so free<\/p>\n
When she looks up at me
\nI Can comprehend
\nWhat she is saying
\nHow she is my friend
\nWhy she loves me so much
\nAnd why I love her
\nBecause Of those spells
\nAnd really we were<\/p>\n
Friends in a past life
\nMeeting up on this plain
\nAnd the dress was a catalyst
\nAnd her refrain
\nHer eyes held so much
\nOf the care from before
\nAnd the love we had lost
\nOn that faraway shore<\/p>\n
The glint of the light
\nOn the boughs of the trees
\nThe green wisps that climb
\nFor a reason to tease
\nA Great Tit is chasing
\nThe insects about
\nFor its babies at home
\nWho aren\u2019t in any doubt<\/p>\n
The are ravenous beasts
\nTheir beaks Begging hard
\nWhooping and hoping
\nthat soon They are starred
\nDaddy will come back
\nHis beak full of food
\nAnd we can become
\nHis illustrious brood<\/p>\n
Wearing my blue dress
\nAnd walking my way
\nThrough life thanks to Rex
\nAnd his words that all play
\nInto my future my morrow my way
\nI feel so much joy
\nOn this fine April day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Shadows come dancing Bluebells and all Light infused greenery At the wooded ball Vast serenades Of lustre and blue Patches of May Show what Hawthorn can do Vistas of cerise Boughs heaving too With bounteous blossoms What fragrances do To … Continue reading