Under the flowering plum
I
lie upon the grass
Laced
with fallen petals
Clover
leaves, twisted twigs
Bright
maned dandelions
Spring’s
attire
The
breeze blows soft
The
sun speckles through the shade
Why
then should I leave
When
this is paradise enough for me?
Love love LOVE "maned" as descriptor for dandelions! So much!
ReplyDeleteSounds like heaven.
Lovely, a perfect description of springtime. It makes me want to go lie in the grass somewhere.
ReplyDeleteNo need to leave...sounds heavenly.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
ReplyDeleteMove over, save me a space there. I love the picture of spring you invite us to share.
ReplyDeleteI love that spring's attire ~ This is enough paradise for me too ~
ReplyDeleteI say why leave - enjoy the moment...
ReplyDeleteaaaah...what more could one want...enjoy to your fill...beautiful...
ReplyDeleteParadise indeed! (although my allergies might disagree).
ReplyDeleteWhat a perfect spor... Stay I'd say.
ReplyDeleteNature's sanctuary can be so peaceful.
ReplyDeleteI like "bright maned dandelions".