I want to tell
Of time that brings,
An early spring
Restoring life
To summer brooks,
Of twisting ripples
Through shady nooks…
I want to tell
Of stars that twinkle
In your eyes
As you allow a smile
Replace a shy disguise,
More than a while…
I want to tell
About the wind
That plays in trees,
To kiss the leaves,
That flutter slightly
In its gentle breeze…
I want to tell
Of things on wings,
Said butterflies
Will decorate the skies,
Be nature’s doing
Hence until they die…
I want to tell
Of bumblebees,
Bumbling leisurely
As summer plies,
Its mellow zephyr
In nature’s dance,
Till autumn requires …
I want to tell
Of things that sing,
The while you live
With love to give,
May spare a mind
Of man’s made hell,
A world we can but find!
Poetry on a Canapé 
Beautiful poem and imagery.
Thank you Paulette. For the most part, it is a good feeling being there, save one finds feeling more than sad that such appreciation may not be there for future generations to follow.
Jean-Jacques
Oh how absolutely delightful!! I’m traveling in the outer Hebrides and have been in and out of WIFI so haven’t been able to comment sooner! I agree with Paulette – beautiful poem and imagery!🌷🌷🌷
Thank you again Rebecca. Pleased that you found it to your liking, though a little late in the season. It kind of makes the summer stretch out for me just a little longer, in spite of the reality expressed, which is subconsciously suggesting to me to enjoy every morsel, for all good things lasts not forever.
Jean-Jacques