Walking through the orchard groves
I let my mind, in silence, muse
while spring around in brilliant hues
make fruits brim with sweetened juice.
Birds, with their banter, amuse
and sweet notes, into the air effuse
while all around leaves and yews
and blushing flowers grow profuse.
dusk looms near and soon induce
a reddish tint that soon suffuse
birds give me their rushed adieus
and fly off...leaving me a lone recluse!!
1 comment:
nice poem... at the wrong time of the year though........
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