Green grows white tipped
cow parsleys a head high,
citadels of intrigue
to a wild cavorting eye.
Daisies peek. Curiosity paws.
Garlic stinks time bomb shards
expanding a quivering nostril.
In green freedom she rolls
turning sun over grass,
cloud over bough,
kicking her heels up.
Spring is here!
Shaking off the old,
treading invisible horse paths
of a lost long maned herd,
her restlessness ripples
through green tips and white flowers.
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[ Smiles ] Very beautiful poetry!
You can smell the words…
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In her blog Mythical Lancashire, Lorna Smithers publishes some of the loveliest, most lyrical poetry to be found on WordPress. I encourage you to seek her out and enjoy the rewards.
“turning sun over grass”
Love it! Beautiful, visual, vivid poem 🙂