A spring haiku.

Born of Love,
The unmistaken nomenclature —-

Nature poetry describing majest oak trees.

Nature poetry about the ocean.

Nature poetry describing shade in the summer.

Night, waking dreams.

Mother Nature is sublime, keeping us in touch with its wonders.

When your heart is broken all you want is to get away from everyone and cry.Grow a pair of wings and fly as far away as you can untill you are feeling better.Then you come back to the world of the living and be your normal self again.Such is the cycle of love ,life and learning as you grow from a child to an adult.

A field of wheat can be what it actually is or a location that is special to you.It all depends on what you were doing in it,who you were with or a sentimental moment .The field of honey is just a symbol the message inside the written piece counts the most.Sometimes you have to visit where you both started to figure out where you are going.

Lounging in the yard or on the beach, those summer breezes save us from the heat of summer.