Morning dew Primrose scents caressed,
Kissed, single dew-dropped blessed.
Each horse-hooved underfoot, troddened
Sun-blazed, winter-burdened lime-shaded grass.
Blessed delicately-fragranced blossomed
Spring-blessed floral beauties lie, amidst
God’s furry creatures, scutteringly through
nature’s hedgerows go.
Gathering growing berries, fruits and nuts
scented blossoms sweetly fill
the morning crystal-jewelled hedgerows, topped
Blessed and sprinkled with a touch
Of God’s blessed breath lie –
Primrose beauties gathered in,
In splendid beautied-floral sents.
(c) Sharon-=Elizabeth Walker, 2013
Brilliantly realised.Abounds with joy.
Thank you x
Enjoyed the read
and must confess to occasionionally inventing my own words but I struggled with ‘troddened’.
A delightful read.
Nice…..but, ‘troddened’?