In three weeks we’ll say goodbye to spring. I’d like to savor the coolness before the heat moves in. Three new poems in the name of Spring:
Afternoon
Yellow pollen
soft breeze
chicks chirp
buzz bees
under trees
kids play
jet seas
all day
Oak
The wind waves the leaves
rustling boughs above the street
wrestling the giant.
Flowering
Red tulips are gone
purple iris in their stead
peonies so soon…
That’s my essence of spring. How do you mark the changing of the seasons?
Gracias for reading Fake Flamenco, clicking Like and commenting! ¡Olé! –Rebecca
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Bleeding hearts 💕 beautiful shots! 😊
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Thank you, Beth. I’ve been surprised to see the phone camera takes decent photos. I especially like bleeding hearts too. 🙂
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Our phones take such great pictures these days! 😀
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Yes, and they’re so much lighter and less obtrusive to carry. 🙂
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Lovely!!!
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Muchas gracias, amiga.
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Love your poems Becca. Olé 😀!!!
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A thousand thanks, Mildred! I appreciate your comment very much. xo
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Gracias, Trina!
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awesome poetry rebecca! I love the one about the flowers!
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Thank you, Carol Anne! I like your May poem about trees. : )
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