smiling faces
outside my door
along my walk
Sunday’s gardening chore
now seems delight
as I bid them good morning
through the bus window
field of purple blue
peeking their heads
above the unmown grass
spotted with towering yellow
tiny blooms bursting through
in a swath of colour
straight down the path
avoiding lateness by moments
little boy bounds
with exuberance
beaming with
the widest smile
his round face can contain
excited and oblivious
to his father’s adult stress
he can’t wait
to ride the bus
bushes dripping
not with rain but
deep rich red blossoms
no inch of space between
the whole forms
one massive flower
sky may threaten
clouds gather above
showers ahead
but joy and spring
cannot be hidden
from open eyes
I love this. You really do have a way with poetry and making the everyday extraordinary.
Thanks KT, you seriously made my day =)
I saw it written recently (Kristi Smith from Silver Sparrow) that pansies have an angel in the center.
Blessings
I love that! Pansy always make me think of both of my grandmas so that seems totally right to me. thanks for visiting and sharing that with me.
This is beautiful, Karen. I particularly loved the words “but joy and spring
cannot be hidden from open eyes” – a good reminder to us all of the treasures that are waiting for us, when we keep our eyes open. The blue colour of the second pansy is so vibrant. What a great way to start your day.