Forsythia heaven,
high up on the hill
deep golden yellow-
around me you spill.
Forsythia blooming,
just over the rise-
forsythia my forsythia,
you delight my weary eyes.
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I like that line "its done broke the mold" :) Beautiful yellow there.
ReplyDeleteOur neighbor has some and it just burst into banana-delight today. Loved this, lg!
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