One of the things I love about spring and summer is the abundance of beautiful flowers! Today near the end of my walk I saw some really lovely ones, and I knew which poem I wanted to post today!
The Language of Flowers Some days are a gift from heaven The view from the mountain side delighted my senses The sun, the clouds and the wind Refreshed my soul. It was the waves on the grass That captured my imagination Their graceful movement was an opening. Then I saw my first flowers Drops of yellow in a field of green And I knew in my heart My loved one speaks to me In the language of flowers.
I am touched by the Language of Flowers. It reminds me when I sit with my back against a very old tree in the woods. Viewing the plants and just letting the senses take over. To feel a breeze on my face, the smells, the sounds and the warmth on my face.