In The Dust Of Dandelions

In The Dust Of Dandelions

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne


When I go walking up and around the fields

I often wonder how all the lovely flowers feel

I bask in all the glory along the garden path

The sweet smelling pangs of lavender and grass

 

I like to walk the pathway in the early morning dew

It smells so clean and fresh, reminding me of you

Walking through an orchard in shades of mauve and white

Nothing's quite as beautiful except the moon at night

 

I hear the warbling music of a darting bird

It sings a luring melody the sweetest song I’ve heard

The dandelions caste their white frothy flight

Washed with shades of yellow shining in the light 

 

I like to run and spread my wings without a single care

As seeds of  all the dandelions fly throughout the morning air

I wish I was ten again I’d blow them one by one

And watch them gently fly away into the gilded sun

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All poems written  and copyrighted by LadeeAnne ~Anne P Murray

A   ‘ Pas De Duex' of Rhythm and Visions ~

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© 2011 anne p. murray- LadeeAnne


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anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
Just a little bit of whimsical dreaming

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This one just may be my favorite poem from you. I truely enjoyed reading it me friend.

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is a wonderful tale i love it

Posted 8 Years Ago


Everything about this is beautiful and lifting.. such a wonder in sights and sounds.. and the richness of the soul in light.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

Birmingham, AL



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