[fish hawk]

You called?  
The Belvadere room is still around but not very active now. Cote Blanche is gone and missed by those who knew her as I did. Not too long before she passed on I wrote a poem for her about her zinnia garden she planted and tended to each year: 
 Flowers On Byrd Crescent Street

Oh, long remembered beauty lies 
Beneath the bed of winter's weight
A thousand flowers sleep 'til spring
Behind the entries swinging gate
The crooked sidewalk deep in snow
Hides it's broken bulging back
And passers by would never know
Of hidden treasures 'neath the pack
A rainbow garden soon reborn
In gentle rains of coming spring 
In winter for the flowers mourn
When we behold their beauty ... sing!

Karen wrote me on receiving this, a very nice thank you letter. 

After her passing I wrote an addition to the poem above:

Now yet we mourn in absence of 
The gayest heart, the greenest thumb
Who's zinnias were touched by love 
Below this winter's frozen numb
Oh heart be still, oh tears hold back
Let not this sadness break your back
For life lives on beneath the white
Oh thoughts of spring's eternal hope
When zinnias caress my feet
Is promise that will help me cope
Like the flowers on Byrd Crescent Street.  

[JustAmy]

Beautiful poem, Fish Hawk. Thank you.

Thank you for today’s Opening Graphic. It is wonderful.

We miss you ... Got any new poems we could use in another Opener?

Have a delightful day ... how can your days not be delightful? LOL