Goats, stand in a field of daisies and buttercups,
nibbling on grassy greens, pausing only for a quick
glance at a curious, camera carrying passerby.
In a neighbouring field, a chorus line of naked,
grapevine trunks, strike a pose - a prelude to
their full dress rehearsal, later, in the summer.
Against a thorny background, delicate beauties in deep purple,
dance a harmonious duet with dual toned partners, their petals
softly swaying to the sounds of a fresh, spring breeze.
Layers of texture, from yellow to pink to green and blue,
fill the landscape with pretty hues, brightly marking one's
mood, long after the dabs of daylight have faded.
Amid a finale of springtime fusion, clusters of red poppies steal the show. Charismatic leading ladies, they shine on a stage of rolling
hills, supported by a cast of naturally talented characters.
Regarding this post, my 2ooth, and all the others before
it, thank you for your kind visits and sweet words!