Forget-Me-Nots

Spring Garden and a Poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Circle

So fragile the circle

of the earth.

Clouds swirl upon her

in endless feathers.

All life surrenders to her.

She even brings you

back to me.

3 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Photography, poems, Poetry

3 responses to “Forget-Me-Nots

  1. Standing Feather

    wonderful garden wonderful poem!

  2. This is lovely, Ethel. Especially those last two lines.

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