The Aspiring Bard

A spray of dainty blue, A wafting scent Control the strings of time And draw me back To longer, slower days And I recall The teapot overflowing With these flowers. You picked them and exclaimed About the scent Your comments (And your pot) Always the same. Image: bobc4 on  Flickr  But now I know  That all routines must change,  The flowers grow  More scarce from year to next.  I haven't seen the teapot in...  How long? And all our ties of love have Changed as well, Becoming deeper, stronger through the years Revived each day In all the little things; A look, a smell, a sound,                                                                                                   ...

Image:  Nature HD Wallpaper Thunder chuckles Deeply Lightning sprightly Dances Kindly rain looks Down, Wakening the grasses.

Image: Lyubomir Bukov On sunny days: We dance On stormy nights: We dance. Hand-in-hand With whirling time, Linked in sorrow, Song and rhyme, All of us who do not walk But dance.