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.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
My Patriotic Poem
(0n) Journeying Well Mountain beyond mountain- all places we must go Mountain beyond the one...
-
...My loving son, Nate , and his beautiful bride, Silver . May 27, 2018 . ['Proud Parent...' = me.] : ) ...
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!
ReplyDelete