Flowers dancing at my window
Blow, fragrant kisses in showers;
Hours on end I watch stems grow.
Sow the good seeds, they empower
Our mind to fling out that hoe;
Throw many thoughts upon the star.
Now, to mull is never bizarre;
Are you scratching a furrowed brow?
How long, before I cross that bar?
©Paterika Hengreaves
February 16, 2008/Barbados
Kia Ora Paterika!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful gift to start the day. Such a simple, refreshing and inspiring poem. Thanks. Bob
Inspirational and very beautiful
ReplyDeleteKia ora Paterika,
ReplyDeleteI am typing away looking at my own garden outside my window, the Tui's sing and I smile.
Aroha,
Robb
Hi Paterika I just came to say that I am of my blog for a while but when i've got time I will still visit your blog. Hope all is well Sent you my blessings
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