And Now You Are Ten...

Justina

Twisting and turning,
Like a butterfly twirling,
You gracefully slide
With the breeze in your eyes.
You skate through the sky,
It's like you can fly!

Everybody glances 
As your silhuette dances
Through slippery lanes,
So happy and gay,
While freely you wave
Your frothy brown mane!

Jasmine

Sweet smell of summer night.
Soft blend of blooming light.
Both clad in gowns of white,
Brides enchant their patient grooms,
With velvety crowns of palest bloooms
Wrought in silky beams
Of creamy moons.

One of my favourite painting by my Granny,
Sicily Emily Owen

Fiery Fairies

I want to celebrate the first cherries of the season.

Welcome “Fiery Fairies”!

Oh, Cherry Tree!
You are such a delight!
When you offer your flowers of white,
You welcome and make Spring look bright.
In summer, 
Your heavy branches ignite,
When your Cherries,
Like fiery fairies
Are ripe!

Let us celebrate these luscious love-red hearts and thank the Lord for giving them to us.

And thank you darling Miss Scally, my 7th grade teacher, for showing me, through poetry, the wonder of Cherries Ripe❤ 

The Seed Pod

A tight, pretty pod,
Ready to burst,
Eager to spit
With an abrupt pop
Its precious seeds.
Seeds that will assure
Heavenly mirth.
Seeds that will ensure
Sublime rebirth.
Seeds that will grant
Irrefutable beauty,
Once the seed pod has done
Its venerable beauty.

Gifts

Please, be aware, 
For God has gifts for you everywhere.
A friend.
A new life.
A smile.
A tender touch.
Please, be wide awake,
Don't let them slip away...

After The Rain...

Right after a rainy afternoon, when the swift winds carry the clouds away one by one, and the sun peeps and stretches its yellowish beams across the sky; when colours begin to blend and collide in dramatic contrast; when the stunning rainbow paints the heavens with magnificent beauty; we grab our raincoats, clad in wellingtons and, out we go!

We squelch in mud and splash in shallow pools and follow frogs that sing their joyful songs! The gardens and fields are fragrant, fresh. The air's as pure as can be. The sight of trees, with their branches heavy with fallen rain... Flowers are bowing, dotted and spotted with crystal raindrops. Bushes of electric green look so overwhelming! The sight is so nourishing...

As Mother Nature offers her brightest colours, Her most astonishing skies and Her most fragrant perfumes, we laugh and we splish-splash-splosh, without a care in the world!  

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