The scent of orange blossoms filling the air The trees’ bloated fruit already dropping to the ground The beginning meets the end of the circle and Nature’s beauty is crowned
The bald eagle sits high atop the pine Surveying the landscape for his prey Butterflies fluttering Searching for the sweet nectar Lizards scampering away
A tropical paradise thriving on sunshine Rain an infrequent visitor at this time of year Exotic birds, colorful, Long legged and awkward with no apparent fear
An alligator basking on the bank of the lake A roseate spoonbill at his side Neither caring about the other In harmony they bide
Oh, this reminds me of the acrostic I did of the kumquat! LOL BTW, thanks so much for the follow on I Write Her. I appreciate it. Hope you enjoy my thoughts! 🙂
You had me from the scent of those orange blossoms. What an intoxicating fragrance, and what a beautiful poem Christine! Loved the image of detente between the bird and the beast. Excellent poem!
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Christine Bolton
February 22, 2019 at 7:52 pm
Thank you so much Rob! You are very kind 🙂💕 I really enjoyed writing this one.
So idyllic, Christine, and your gorgeous descriptions have warmed me on a misty, frosty morning, although the sun is shining now. I especially loved imagining the scent of orange blossoms and that bald eagle.
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Christine Bolton
February 22, 2019 at 8:56 am
Thank you Kim. It was those the things that promoted me Kim. I saw a bald eagle the other day and got some pics on my iPhone and then yesterday the smell of orange blossoms was so heavy in the air. Beautiful 💕
Okay..I want to go there…..now! 🙂
I love your opening about the scent of orange blossoms. A long long ago memory of my grandmother came immediately to mind. When I was a little girl, my family drove every summer to Tampa, Florida to visit her. No airconditioning in the car…old highways. What I remember most is two things: the scent of my grandmothe’s Midnight in Paris perfume; and the scent of orange blossom perfume which she always took me to buy at a Florida souvenir shop. That always made me feel grown up and I smelled like oranges for weeks! 🙂
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Christine Bolton
February 21, 2019 at 11:50 pm
Oh what a lovely memory Lillian! The smell of orange blossom on the tree is so beautiful. There are oranges everywhere right now. I only live about an hour from Tampa. Thanks for reading 🙂💕
Beautiful
Thank you so much 🙂💕
Oh, this reminds me of the acrostic I did of the kumquat! LOL BTW, thanks so much for the follow on I Write Her. I appreciate it. Hope you enjoy my thoughts! 🙂
Absolutely! I enjoy your blog Susi 🙂
That makes me happy, Christine! 🙂
This sounds like a most perfect place to be… here it’s still grey and dark…
Yes it is! I’m very lucky. Hope it brightens up for you soon 🙂
You depict such an idyllic spot, we all want to go there!
I feel do fortunate living here 🙂 Thank you Bev
You’ve painted a beautiful landscape. (K)
Thank you so much 🙂 I appreciate it
You had me from the scent of those orange blossoms. What an intoxicating fragrance, and what a beautiful poem Christine! Loved the image of detente between the bird and the beast. Excellent poem!
Thank you so much Rob! You are very kind 🙂💕 I really enjoyed writing this one.
This is a poem where paradise meets inner and complete satisfaction.
Thank you so much. I really appreciate it 🙂
It is apleasure, madame
Your poem has a very soothing quality to it. Sounds like a beautiful spot. I lived the cycle of life in your first stanza. Well done!
Thanks Dwight. It is always the never ending circle for all of us isn’t it? Thanks for reading 🙂
Yes, you said it vey well!
I like the idea of being able to hide in harmony at the end.
Thank you so much Frank 🙂
So idyllic, Christine, and your gorgeous descriptions have warmed me on a misty, frosty morning, although the sun is shining now. I especially loved imagining the scent of orange blossoms and that bald eagle.
Thank you Kim. It was those the things that promoted me Kim. I saw a bald eagle the other day and got some pics on my iPhone and then yesterday the smell of orange blossoms was so heavy in the air. Beautiful 💕
So beautiful and harmonious! Love it. 🙂💞
Thank you dear Punam 🙂💕
My pleasure! 💞
Okay..I want to go there…..now! 🙂
I love your opening about the scent of orange blossoms. A long long ago memory of my grandmother came immediately to mind. When I was a little girl, my family drove every summer to Tampa, Florida to visit her. No airconditioning in the car…old highways. What I remember most is two things: the scent of my grandmothe’s Midnight in Paris perfume; and the scent of orange blossom perfume which she always took me to buy at a Florida souvenir shop. That always made me feel grown up and I smelled like oranges for weeks! 🙂
Oh what a lovely memory Lillian! The smell of orange blossom on the tree is so beautiful. There are oranges everywhere right now. I only live about an hour from Tampa. Thanks for reading 🙂💕
I also remember a huge poinsettia bush in front of my grandmother;s little house. 🙂
Happy memories I hope Lillian. 💕 Thanks for reading 🙂
What a lovely scene.
Thanks so much 🙂💕
my favourite fruit and colour – wonderful imagery Christine
Thank you Gina. I’m always inspired by my surroundings 💕
i love seeing it through your eyes and your feelings
❤️
I want to be in that tropical paradise. Love when Nature’s beauty is crowned.
Thank you Grace. It is beautiful right now 💕🙂
Great imagery. I felt like I was actually there. (Considering I was driving in snow yesterday I wish I was lol).
Oh I’m sorry 😟 Poor you. I hope it warms up soon. Thanks for reading 🙂💕
Stunning
Thank you so much! I really appreciate it 🙂
Such a wonderful mixture of imagery. Beautiful poetry.
Thank you so much. I really appreciate it 🙂
You are kindly welcome 🙂
Ahhhhh must be so nice to be out and walking amongst it all in the warm sunshine. You captured an idyllic scene where all exist in harmony.
Thank you so much Lisa. Yes, I saw all of those things in the last couple of days. Nature inspires me more than anything else 🙂💕