The season is wonderful with the skies in blue
Fresh leaves lingering with the morning's dew..
Tiny blossoms on grasslands low
As if dipped in gold's own glow,
They shimmer beneath the rich blue sky
While tender feet, hop and fly
To the enthralling tune at ease,
Blending well, with whispers from breeze;
The calves, black and brown and white
Joined the games in pure delight,
As if the milky clouds were eager too
To share the fun of the jocund crew,
They were floating low, sending drizzles slow..
Chirping aloud are the birds in varied hue,
The season is wonderful with the skies in blue,
Little folks sing and hop and play
Cheering with smiles, they rejoice the day!
Author notes
The painting above is a scene from lord little Krishna's life..
A contest entry
- Favorites of Silent Hawk by Silent Hawk.
875 points, ended August 6, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Peaceful Innocence
you speak of with the images in this offering. I do love the flow of your words. Many thanks for the entry.
Best of Luck
Silent Hawk
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This is absolutely great. It is wonderful to see real poetry still out there
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Whay you re writing this way that I always want more? This one is not exception.
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The season is wonderful with the skies in blue
Fresh leaves lingering with the morning's dew.
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Morning, my favorite part of day... simple but perfect!
~Sonja~
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