Renoir |
it would surely
be springtime in England;
The birds would sing sweetly
all morning and
evening
The sun would shine brightly
but ever so gently;
My feet would step lightly
on a carpet of daisies...
White as the blossom
pure as the dove,
My heart full and golden
with love.
- Shaista Tayabali, 2013
Young Woman Picking The Fruit Of Knowledge, 1892, Mary Cassatt (for magpie tales) |
Well captured. A whimsical fairy like effect.
ReplyDeleteThat is EXACTLY how I visualize it WHEN it happens - and it will. This I know beyond a doubt.
ReplyDeleteI love your beautiful banner photo.....this is such a spectacularly photogenic planet, isnt it? And so are you!
Sherry! It is a spectacularly photographic planet - that was the south west of Ireland - Dingle - just gloriously beautiful..
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should change my imaginary wedding venue to Ireland!!
This is just so sweetly romantic a poem - it is almost like a soft ballad and needs a soft melody to go with it!
ReplyDeleteWonderful Writing...
ReplyDeleteI loved it...!!
I would rather pick the clouds
Oh lovely! And I love what you've done with your blog...beautiful...always a treat to see you at Magpie!
ReplyDeletebeautiful Shaista, may your prayers come true.
ReplyDeletenice.. love it...
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing...
Warm regards from Paris
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