The pond,
its quiet passion lent
with each new rippled song,
so glad for summer sun,
so glad the storm was done.
And I in my vain foolishness
would claim it for my own,
but a fish with a greater truth
splashed me a welcome
to his home.
God’s hand
has wrought such beauty fair
on sky and sea and shore,
What He creates is owned by none
We share this season in the sun.
Hello, Sarah. Francina Hartstra posted your beautiful poem “Roses Beaneath a Picasso” on her blog and FB and I realized I have been absent from your lovely poetry for too long. My apologies. I have a lot of catching up to do. Hope all is well with you and yours. XO ❤
Diane,
Hello!! It is super to hear from you. It has been way too long. I thank you for your kind regard for my poem. That too is appreciated.
Francina is a wonderful artist, photographer and poet. I am much indebted to her for her support of my work and for her friendship.
Thank you again, Bardess. I haven’t seen you in my reader. I know I am following you. Not sure if I’m missing you or if there is a problem…Will check into it.
Best,
Sarah