11th day of March,
when a thousand suns
bloom on the greener grass,
and a cold morning wind yawns;
when nests are rebuilt,
and a budding tree maneuvers
the honeybees into another saga.
11th day of March,
when a thousand suns
bloom on the greener grass,
and a cold morning wind yawns;
when nests are rebuilt,
and a budding tree maneuvers
the honeybees into another saga.
No worries π
Thank you. π
The picture greatly compliments your poem π
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Thank you very much, Moon.:)
Only a best friend can feel that way. π β€ Thank you very much, Christy. Happy March to you too. π
Gorgeous photo and lovely words.
You’ll enjoy the poem on today’s Words. π
Happy March, Archita!
I am good. π Hope you are doing good too..
lovely!
Hi Arch, how have you been? Thank you very much for the visit. π
Thank you very much, Stephanie. I appreciate you coming from blogspot.:)
Succinct and lovely! Thanks! Gorgeous photo as well.
So beautiful!
Yes, Spring is here. Seeing too many tulip beds everywhere; but those small new leaves on big trees are finally noticeable. π Thank you very much, Patrick, for the visit. π
Your image reminded me of a walk along Crown beach shoreline in Alameda. Spring is almost here.
Yay! Thank you very much, Prajakta. π
Thank you very much, Sally. π Have a great day π
Sweet with a fantasy-like quality…
Gorgeous!!!!!