“ I Want To Tell ” ~ of things that sing ~

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!


4 thoughts on ““ I Want To Tell ” ~ of things that sing ~

    • 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.


  1. 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.


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