All the hot summer days I am found, sleeping late in my bed,
Dreaming of dusk and getting beauty rest, before sunset red;
For I'm an opal night owl, my scent blooms open all night long.
I am called Mirabilis jalapa, or four o'clocks, adoring birdsong.
I am yellow and deep pink stripes, beloved by hummingbirds,
And grape sun butterflies, when time seems to go backwards.
I keep a daily appointment with destiny, at about four o'clock,
As I love pearly moon more than sun, when dancing in my frock!
Swallow does not only describe aves or birds
He is the embodiment of a being who comes and visits this earth to provide benefits
From the towering coral duwur mountains to the sky that they have steady
Presented the beauty and exposure of nature that rises from the bottom of the ocean as a natural textbook
It is possible that history will not unravel the story and even become a fairy tale when the father or mother supports their children in bedtime.
The place where the swallow became endemic in the mountains seemed to unravel a folklore that at that time the consort of King Kartasura was sick and cured only by drinking a sponge which was none other than a swallow's nest.
Or is it really the image that has been attached to Adipati Surti as a hero and was forced to marry Suryawati because she was attracted to her beauty even though she was of a different nature?
Everyone was amazed by the elegant dance how this was reflected in real life
whirling in daisies
multicolored blooms in hair
summertime affair
Caressing petals
Light steps frolic in beauty
as breezes chase blooms.
Raspberry days so fruity
Clouds stand still for yellow sheen.
......
On dawn skies, peaches
drifting by sable shadows
at coastal sand dunes
Precious gold between my toes
Blue roses on the wild sea
Fading stars, jewels
Turquoise at the horizon
Citrine golden hour
of the fresh breath of the wind
......
These are poems about animals and nature...
The Arrival of the Sea Lions
by Michael R. Burch
The sound
of hounds
resounds in the sound.
......
All the hot summer days I am found, sleeping late in my bed,
Dreaming of dusk and getting beauty rest, before sunset red;
For I'm an opal night owl, my scent blooms open all night long.
I am called Mirabilis jalapa, or four o'clocks, adoring birdsong.
I am yellow and deep pink stripes, beloved by hummingbirds,
And grape sun butterflies, when time seems to go backwards.
I keep a daily appointment with destiny, at about four o'clock,
As I love pearly moon more than sun, when dancing in my frock!
whirling in daisies
multicolored blooms in hair
summertime affair
Caressing petals
Light steps frolic in beauty
as breezes chase blooms.
Raspberry days so fruity
Clouds stand still for yellow sheen.
......
plant me somewhere nice,
somewhere up the fair den o’ alyth
next to a pine tree or hanging willow
just plant me somewhere nice!
i’ll absorb and swallow
through my eyes and mouth
i’ll spring out soil -
pleading out my hands
touching the sky.
......
Rich
colors
fly away
Southbound birds too
Lovely November
of lonely skies
pink clouds glide
Sun sinks
rich
These are poems about animals and nature...
The Arrival of the Sea Lions
by Michael R. Burch
The sound
of hounds
resounds in the sound.
......