For 27th Found Poetry February, another piece that I “found.” I suppose technically this is “public” poetry rather than “found” poetry but hey, it’s my challenge to myself so. Here it is, perfect just the way I found it.
What was paradise?
but a garden, an orchard of trees and
herbs, full of pleasure,
and nothing there but delights
The dandelions and buttercups gild
all the lawn, the drowsy
bee stumbles among the clover tops.
This, a place of secret magic
where nature alone quietly
renews itself.
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Wide Eyed Wonderings 