Veronica Speedwell!
I am so pleased to meet you today,
As you bask in the sun along the roadway.
Your purple spikes reach toward the sky,
Attracting bird and butterfly.
You’re such a carefree perennial,
As you bid travelers “speed you well”.
I think in my garden you should dwell,
Miss Veronica Speedwell .
Leona J. Atkinson
05-09-13
Exotic lanterns in purple and pink
Softly sway in the breeze.
Pendulous teardrops of vibrant color,
None are more exquisite than these
Leona J Atkinson
05-08-13
You look like a wild strawberry blossom,
but your waxy green leaves negate that.
So I wonder who you are little wonder of white?
You are such a beautiful ground covering mat
growing so free, your name I’d like to know.
Were it not Spring I would think you were snow.
Leona J. Atkinson
05-05-13
Little bush I know not your name,
Though twice a day I pass you by.
May I stop to admire you,
Who I can’t identify?
For your presence brightens up my path,
As I walk along the way,
and your white starry blossoms,
Seem to only flower in May.
Thanks for the beauty you add to my day!
Leona J. Atkinson
05-04-13
Regal pink lady,
Dressed In green.
Your beauty declares you,
An elegant May queen.
Leona J. Atkinson
05-03-13
Wild Rose,what a fragrant lady you are,
all dressed so pretty in pink.
Your stamens at me do blink
and flutter as lashes in the wind.
The sun kisses you good morning
as you guard the pathway gate.
Leona J. Atkinson
05-02-13
Pretty Pansies against the fence,
smiling at me this first May Day.
I had to stop to admire you ,
all dressed in colors of pink, yellow and blue.
You posed for me, and seemed to say,
“Take our picture before we fade away!”
Leona J. Atkinson
05-01-13
Why don’t they listen?
Why can’t they see?
Time and time again I tell them,
Why don’t they believe me?
I tell them the truth,
Things for their own good.
Yet, they ignore what I say
Or treat it as a falsehood.
I love them so much,
It really hurts me to see,
Them reject the wisdom of my way,
And receive a life of misery.
–God
Leona J Atkinson
04-30-13
Morning light has come,
Through tender mercy of God.
Dayspring from on high.
Haiku–based on Luke 1:78
Leona J. Atkinson
04-29-13
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 