Love Set Free ...

Sweet petals of the rose

I send to thee

Messages of love

From my heart

On wings spread far

To set them free...

No creature of beauty

should be caged

Nor silent kept

Set free to sing 

Her songs of love

In Earths fine air…

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

Illustration "A Birthday"-  circa 1910 please enlarge

Emma Florence Harrison   1877-1955

Summer Days...

I long for the warmth

Of Summer days

A painted sky

Of pastel blue

And sunshine warms

With golden hues

Soft breezes

Set the flowers to dance

Their pretty colours

Brighten the day

Their colours blur

In the sunny haze

Sweetest scents

Float on the air

The songs of birds

Sound the day

The hum of bees

From flower to flower

How I love these

Blissful hours

Summer days

Without a care….

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

Flower Wallpaper Please enlarge

Reflecting...

Today, on a cold and grey winter morning I had an early appointment. I was in the general area of where I grew up and close to my old primary school so I decided after my appointment to visit a place which as a girl and young woman was very special to me. I was commenting on a blog not that long ago about a creek and nature reserve which was directly behind my school. On special nature days, accompanied by our teacher we were allowed to visit the reserve and creek to study the vegetation, water plants and grasses, water birds, frogs, dragonflies, hover flies etc., and collect leaves, seeds and draw pictures of the insects, birds and plants.  Today I was so disappointed to find that the sandy shores have now all silted up, also the sandy bottom of the creek. The once crystal clear water is now murky and filled with ‘Alligator grass/weed’, an invasive weed which destroys native vegetation and chokes waterways. Much of the native vegetation along the shore has been destroyed by the invasion of Lantana, a noxious weed in our State. The local Council is addressing the problem but it is a huge undertaking.  I walked around reflecting on what was once here and how beautiful it was. It is still a pleasant place, quiet, with the sounds of the rippling water and birdsong but sadly only a shadow of its former, pristine beauty. Here are a few photos of the creek, the Reserve and some Australian White Ibis, Black Ducks and Pacific Black Ducks. I came away feeling quite sad, perhaps if I return on a sunny day it will not look so bleak. Please enlarge the images.

Meadow Days...

I picked some flowers for my love

Gently pressed them to my heart

Hoping he could feel the love

My gesture would impart

For he knows not how I miss him

Since he is far away

And how I count the hours

'Til his sunshine fills my day

I feel his warmth in the sunshine

That lights my meadow days

In the blue that paints the sky

And sweeps the clouds away

In the beauty of the flowers

That bright my every day

The warmth of his words

In my heart they shall stay…

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

Image from Internet

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