𝕬 𝕿ête-à-𝕿ête 𝖂ith 𝕹ature !
𝕻 ortraying 𝕭 lossoms 𝕺ver 𝕿he 𝕰arly 𝖂ake 𝕺f 𝕰arliest 𝕾pring … 𝕬 𝕻assing 𝕲ift!
𝕬midst those valleys of windflowers umpteen and,
𝕭etween those boudoirs of bucolic scenes
𝕮almly lain is my “La Grange" serene
𝕯ressed so green ; all decked to be redeemed …it’s there…where…
𝕰xquisite in splendors casts surreptitiousness supreme
𝕱or in that silence, I read of that, which is unforeseen
𝕲oing as far and as it c'd be totally weened…
𝕳eavenly—unto which, such sacredness convenes, and where…
𝕴n faintest whispers cedars sing…
𝕵ust on course, a tender tendril comes swishing in;
𝕶issing humming hopes over those enchanted rings
𝕷ying here and there, are trails of celestial screens
𝕸arvelous as beyond , nobody’s seen…
𝕹ot as far over those seas of bluebonnets terrine,
𝕺, Originating from plummets in tides of deep-blues over sea- greens, and
𝕻ristine is peace lingering over those regaling themes…
𝕼uintessential it is to any reapers’ glean,
𝕽idden in faint fragrances, there’s a
charm in each dwelling,
𝕾liding with the winds, raptured over swaying strings,
‘𝕿was on point, beholding magical themes —from this land to that turf of glistening gleams,
𝖀shering graces lain across in early spring
𝖁enturing further on,
𝖂ith primroses and horsemints lain across every scene,
𝖃-traordinary,
𝖄et, as yonder’s,
𝖅enith, O! so pristine!
✨🧡🦢🦢🦢🧡✨
© ✍️ Madhu Goteti, Jan 18th, 2024
About the Creator
Madhu Goteti
The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!
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