The scent of jonquils
always awakens something
similar to spring:
slightly more, and less,
than the first time I travelled
on Bilbo’s shoulder;
back before the world
became solid, when pixies
still danced in gardens.
My old forty-five
crackles to a close, even
magic dragons sleep.
Multi-lane freeways
bypassed Cherry Lane, culled the
Hundred Acre Wood;
the evolution
and degrees of love
bring thoughts of jonquils.
Ryan Stone
Sketch courtesy of my dear friend, Dajena, over at Moonskittles.
What darling sentiments. I can recognize a few of these titles myself. Lovely idea bringing in the flowers and Spring! 😀
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There’s a fair bit of childhood mixed up in the jumble. I’m really happy you liked this one, it’s quite personal 🙂
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Just beautiful!! 😀
I can almost see Ryan boy run around and flash that smile!
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Awwe.. I am gushing and blushing.. 😀 so happy you liked it!! I feel special my friend! You just took my tired day away and gifted me with a new one! 😀
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You are special – never forget it. Thank you for your generosity – it was a lovely gesture and I am flattered that someone would do it. Most humbled 🙂
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I am so happy to have met you dear Ryan! You are a precious soul! I cherish our new friendship a lot!
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Right back at you 🙂
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(#^_^#)
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