Spring's the blue of the skyThrough sun-caressed hours;
It's the drift of white clouds
And the perfume of flowers.
Spring's the feeling of joy
Permeating the air;
It's the pulsating power
Of new life everywhere.
(Definition by Bertha Stone)
There is beauty everywhere if we but look...there is joy everywhere if we open our hearts...
10 comments:
Truer words were never spoken/written. Lovely photos!
I like the poem. So true. You have some awesome roses. Good photography and I love all the photos.
Our Minnesota skies really are getting bluer aren't they?
Just beautiful! The words and the pictures, Marsha :)
Marsha, I love your definition of spring and I'm ready for it to be here and stay here for a while.
Love photos.
The poem is lovely - and I would love to smell the perfume of the flowers.
All the photos are grat - wish I could reach in and make a bouquet!
Thanks a bunch for the beautiful flowers.I enjoyed each one of them.
Blessings,Ruth
That was beautiful...and you are a magician too..:)
Beautiful, Marsha.
Lovely photos and poem!
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