Not exactly
A yellow brick road
But
These stones
Are
Littered
With
Gold buds
That
Have fallen
In sacrifice
To make way
For
The full foliage
That
Will follow
And
Sway
Above
Us
In the glow
Of
Warm
Golden
Days
–
Beautiful, thank you for sharing both the writing and the image. Love this!
Thanks Ariana!
I like this very much. The poem is delightful and uses wonderful imagery that complements the photograph beautifully. Thank you.
Thanks Denny!
The image came first in this case. It used to be that I would go out in search of something to complement a poem I had written. It’s wonderful how I see things that inspire my writing everywhere I go now.
Very nice match up — words and image. Love your work! Thanks for liking the post on my photography blog today. Appreciate it!
Thanks Danita and you’re welcome!
Such wonderful gifts are those golden forythia blooms, decorating our pathways through the season on the way to full fruition of leavy shade for our refreshment.
Thanks granbee!
I had no idea what they were, but they definitely caught my attention on my walk home 🙂
lovely poem, Tricia, I always feel a kinda sad when I see the blossom on the sidewalks.
ciao, Francina
Thanks Francina.
I understand exactly what you mean. They stay on the branches for such a short time as a signal that warmer weather is approaching that we sometimes miss the opportunity to truly appreciate them.
“Not exactly
A yellow brick road
But
These stones
Are
Littered
With
Gold buds”
Those words superimposed on the picture would make some best selling
wall art.
A fine poetic statement of optimism!
Thank you!
I’ll get around to making some new pieces soon. I’ll keep your suggestion in mind 🙂
love it when little flowers spring up between stones like this! 🙂
Actually the fell down 🙂
They were buds from trees that caught my attention because they were scattered everywhere.
Lol silly me!! Sorry about that 🙂
No need to apologize 🙂
They do look like they’re growing up between the stones.