Priory Cottage Summer.

To sit beneath the cherry

now, where silence falls from

every bough, orbs of green

fair blush with red to hang as

jewels about my head.

 

This gentle garden, country 

blessed holds to her heart

a treasure chest.

Aflare with flower, perfume

pressed, a buxom beauty

summer dressed.

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allets's picture

You Can Taste The Cherries

In this write, aka song, the buxom beauties, the silence falling from boughs - admix setting and sensations, the green is the green :D ~allets~

 


 

 

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Thank you, but you really

Thank you, but you really would not wish to taste those cherries unless they are cooked first, apparently they are only for jam and pie fillings. I thought all cherries were edible from the tree. Sue :)

darkpool's picture

This poem brings to mind the

This poem brings to mind the song "In an English country garden," a tune I recall from my distant childhood. I would love to bide a wee in your bower.

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Thank you darkpool, it is a

Thank you darkpool, it is a lovely place with an orchard beyond and fields all around. Sue.

Cascade's picture

Gorgeous expression!

Gorgeous expression!

sweetwater's picture

Thank you, it's a lovely

Thank you, it's a lovely cottage garden. Sue.

Morningglory's picture

Lovely

Lovely


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Thank you :-) 

Thank you :-)