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