The ecstasy in the green luscious garden
flaps its wings in harmony
pert antennae sensing all the smells
in the rapture beyond the kitchen window
Lovely colors moving all around
flower to flower endlessly
cares not a bit about the past
or what the future might just be
Rubbing stamen amongst the stigma
in a style Oh so clean
purity in every blossom
here between the trees and golden honeybees
Collecting nectar sweet and no antiques
living fresh in every moment
time’s illusion not for me
beyond the world’s vast confusion
Thank you, Jane! 🙂
A sweet poem today and a lovely picture to match. 🙂
Many thanks, Siobhan! 🙂
Love the poem and the pic!
Much appreciated! 🙂
Thanks, Francis! Keep those fish and dogs happy! 🙂
Gorgeous shot and perfect verse!
Well, maybe not perfect, Sandy, but we are trying. Thank you! 🙂
My pleasure, Tom.
Ecstasy, indeed… everything about gardens is beyond beautiful, so very serene and pure!
Yes, Nicole, gardens are a magical place! 🙂
Wonderful verse and photo Tom!
Thank you, Belinda! 🙂
Butterflies, unfortunately, are dwindling in numbers here over the years.
Lovely, simply lovely.
Thank you, Claire! That is what the butterflies aim for. 🙂
Nature at its best – word and photo.