Gateway of Wisteria~ Bhuyanshi Talukdar

Oh! Heather,
I found my gate
Upon a pebbled scented lane
Swathed with freshly shrubs.

Under the thick blues,
A scent of sun-drenched
purple tints springs forth.
The enchanted meadow
meets the horizon.

Oh! What a painted panorama
of purple's hood.

© 2024 Bhuyanshi Talukdar

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Chris Shaw

Each year I wait for the wisteria trellised to the red brick walls (front and side) of the Victorian house opposite to bloom. It is heavy with purple hues. Your lovely poem reminds me of the delight that will be with us before long. Good to read you.

Chris

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you for reminding me of the simple joys in life..Wishing you a lovely day 😊

Vol

Bhuyanshi Talukdar,
Very pretty images, I love the sweet taste of the last two lines.
Vol

Posted 3 Weeks Ago

2 Weeks Ago

I'm glad you enjoyed the imagery and found sweetness in the closing lines..Thank you for your lovely.. read more

Betty Hermelee

Nothing like delightful purple wisteria in a meadow as far as the eye can see. to the horizon... purple hues reflected by the sun's rays, under a thickly painted blue sky...vivid images in the mind's eye...
lovely
Warmly, B