Near twilight red rosebuds
turn shrubbery wild as tears
of tempest fall with endless
life.
A variety of feathered pride
can be observed gathering
by hundreds along banks
of Rio Celeste river.
I marveled at exquisite scarlet
macaws with broad wings and
curved beaks, strong enough
to devour berries, seeds, nuts
and leaves.
Flying high over canopies,
they nest in large holes and
storm-bowed trees.
The misty waterfall flows
as I hold droplets in my
palm, with beauty raging
in a torrent below me.
I longed to purify what
once was stained in a
moment’s time, the water
glowed as though lit
from within.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads
& on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses
18 Responses
wonderful imagery in this
Thank you so much, Robert 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Such beauty in “storm bowed trees”. They do take one’s breath away
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt)
Couldn’t wait to see what you’d done with the macaws. Love it – and also the waterfall. Gorgeous sensuous imagery.
Aww gosh!❤️ Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it!❤️
A beautiful poem to “see!”
❤️❤️❤️
Stunning imagery Sanaa
Thank you so much, Jae 😀 so good to see you ❤️
So beautiful, I get a lovely sense of being there 🙂
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Such beauty. Just lovely.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so good to see you ❤️
A colourful poem, Sanaa, I love the lines:
‘I longed to purify what
once was stained in a
moment’s time’
and wonder what might have caused the stain.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Such a lovely poem full of breathtaking imagery. I especially like The storm bowed trees.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️