Mother's Day

 

                                                       Brenda and her Mama Blanche

GARDENING

I put on Mama's T-shirt,

donned her jade jacket

that she wore to garden.

Her sweet spirit remained,

I felt her loving  presence

planting my sunflower seeds.

She savored gardening,

she grew vegetables and flowers,

her favorite color was green.

The wind blew through

grass like waves on the sea,

a royal-blue tent watched

above the Cherry Mountain.

A rain crow resounded

and tranquility filled my soul.

                 --Brenda Kay Ledford

I wish all my blogger friends a very Happy Mother's Day.

Love,

Brenda 

Flower Chorus

 A canopy of poplar trees

line dancing in key-lime

garments as the songbirds give

a mountain spring concert.

Cody conducts "Lord of the Dance,"

as Nolan plays the flute,

a chorus of tulips bursts forth

from earth's dark tomb.

Dogwoods wash the hills

with snow as trillium

clog in pink slippers,

a doe and spotted fawn

drink from Hyatt-Mill Creek.

A soft breeze brushes my face,

robins hip-hop in verdant grass,

and the chords of nature resound.

                  --Brenda Kay Ledford

I wish all my blogger friends a beautiful and Happy Spring!

Brenda