What a spectacular show
You put on for the travelers
Passing by your domain.
It is certainly one I want to see again.
Though I captured your full glory
Through my lens,
I should like to return again
To your domain,
And spend some time just enjoying you,
and the magnificent view
offered as you majestically climb
In full regalia of colors so fine.
Oh Clematis you’re such a beautiful flowering vine!
Leona J. Atkinson 05-16-13
Cheerfulness,
Scattered along the path.
Simplicity,
Growing near the roadway.
Joyfulness,
In this common little flower,
Innocently,
Brings delight to my day.
Leona J. Atkinson
05-15-13
Blaze, you seemed to be the perfect rose for late springtime.
They told me you would bloom repeatedly from early summer to fall.
How excited I was to bring you home and introduce you to my garden!
Your profile showed no negatives.
You were:
Shade tolerant,
Resistant to rust,
Had moderate thorns,
And could be trained to climb.
What a keeper!
You certainly seemed to be the prize rose bush!
I planted you and waited eagerly for those profuse semi-double red blooms–but they never came…
Day after day you sat there drinking my water and eating my food
without so much as a bud appearing.
I reread your profile to see if I had missed something,
but all I saw were more amazing attributes :
Grows quickly,
Blooms profusely,
Brings forth thousands of flowers,
Brilliant scarlet red clusters,
So easy to grow it is recommended as a gardeners first rose .
Such amazing attributes do not fit you, the Blaze in my backyard .
You certainly are not a vigorous grower. What is wrong?
Each day you seem to get weaker.
I don’t want to give up on you,
but you seem to have given up on yourself.
The more I try to make you grow, the less you do.
“Talk to him more” mom said.
” Tell him you really care about him.
Encourage him to grow because you know he can.
Start listing all the attributes he has.
Tell him you believe he will become a beautiful blooming bush someday.
Try it and see what happens” she said.
I did. I tried. I talked. I cared.
You grew. You flourished. You became what you were created to be,
a Blaze of scarlet in my backyard and the first rose to bloom this spring !
(Written about Laura Jae’s little late bloomer, Blaze, rose bush.
He is a living testimony that we should never give up on anyone.
For as long as there is life there is hope and with love, care and encouragement,
people, as well as rose bushes, will usually grow and bloom profusely to reach their God ordained destiny. )
Leona J. Atkinson
05-13-13
Little yellow blossoms,
Often picked without much stem,
By little hands seeking flowers for Mother.
Children love you.
To them you are beautiful, and you’re free!
They can gather you and make crowns,
And chains, and rub you under their chins to see if they like butter.
How fun! I smile at the thought.
Gardeners and grown ups don’t like you much,
but on this Mother’s Day,
I wonder how many of you
Became yellow bouquets of love,
Gracing Mom’s dining room table,
Along with a homemade card.
Dandelions, I think God created you just for children.
Leona J. Atkinson 05-12-13
Lovely lavender flowers,
You are a delight to the eyes.
Yet your scent isn’t in keeping,
With your beautiful guise.
For your use is culinary,
in cuisine you are very fine.
Chefs use your flowers as garnish,
And your scapes for soup divine.
Leona J Atkinson
05-11-13
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
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