Peach Bells
European
perennial
Bellflower
with racemose
Of white or
blue
Bees attended to the Roses
As
Butterflies fluttered by
The great
artist mixed his blue
And with it
painted the sky
And the
sweet scent of lavender
Lingered
long on the afternoon air
Should we
ask for better?
I don’t
think we dare
Babbling stream into river
Flows on through the lea
skirting woodland as it winds
On the move
constantly
Cutting
thru meadow sweet
On its
journey to the sea
She builds her nest
In the time
of spring
And then to
find a mate
She must
patiently sing
Chaffinch
sing your song
So
charmingly
From your
high branch
Up in the
chestnut tree
Sweet bells
Long
racemes
Of pinkish
flowers
Abundant on
Bushy
Deciduous shrubs
Across
eastern States
Wind and tempest
Rain and
flood
The chimney
falls
With a thud
After the
lightning storm
And booming
thunder
Uprooted
trees
Roofs torn
asunder
But in the
calm
As we
convalesce
In the
aftermath
There is a cleanness
Daylight was declining
As twilight
loomed
As behind
the horizon
The sun was
consumed
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...