"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
Beautiful flowers, beautiful haiku - such a change from politics!
Glad you liked it.
Lovely poem and flowers; stop to smell the flowers but also - listen.Greetings Maria x
Listen to the flowers. Yes, they have a voice too.
Songs of the summer
And a summer of football songs. I like the Icelandic one: Huh, Huh, Huh,Last two games between tonight's teams both ended 3-2 for France. Maybe the Cod Warriors are due for a break?
Sadly the Vikings are now back in the land land of ice and fire. Never mind they can cheer the Welsh to victory!
Dear Gwil, a praise of summer, alleys full of sweet scent, and bumble bees drunken with nectar.
A bumble crop this year!
Creative Gwil, nifty haiku_! __The joy of feeding lives, and some may face the intrusion of another culture. _mkeeping lifethis politics of the beesa hummingbird
The dance of the bee leads to the workplace. The dance of the politician leads to the place of conflict.
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