Come behold nature;
this beautiful blossom,
breathe the berry,
warm wind on the daffodil,
Eden’s sweet sanctuary,
bloom beneath a blanket of peace,
a murmur through the mountain vine,
prairie bright with ancient rain,
thrive seed through sacred stone,
He sees a song in every season,
gentle garden, wild wind,
listen, live, love.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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I especially love the soothingly sweet alliteration in your final three lines, Damien, your careful choice of words, and the contrast between the gentleness of the garden and the wildness of the wind:
He sees a song in every season,
gentle garden, wild wind,
listen, live, love.
Thank you Mike. This did feel like a little unexpected treat, like a little flower in bloom out of season. Some days are sweet scented days