Painting and poem by Arth S.
Creased seasons in August songs
Freezed stories all summer long
Can dandelions sing and dance
As spring comes, is there a chance?
Dearest memories forget me not
All I've read and calmly bought
There's a place where dandelions sing
Where they are loved and specially sought.
Beautifully written poem… what a thoughtful stance.
ReplyDeleteFrom The Listener's Book Club:
ReplyDeleteAulton-Arth, you wrote nature's music
Pablo-I love it, Arth
Aiden-Marvelous
Nadia-Beauty and delight in words
Luke-That is stunning-I like your layers and they match your words. You have talent!
Joe-Love it!
Jack-Lovely poem, Arth
Miller-You are so gifted in art and poetry, Arth. I'm so blown away. I'm so impressed by you and I love your work.
Devon-too happy, you are very talented
Moitz-Arth, it never gets tired to reflect on nature. Lovely poem.
Ruhi-brilliant poem buddy. You capture the essence beautifully
Jack M-amazing work, amazing painting and poem
Brynn-I love your dandelions, Arth. Wordsworth's daffodils are not as beautiful