Buttercup Crowns

Sweet, yellow flowers dappled a hillside,Peeking through mist of a waterfall,A dreamy place where love could hide.Under shower of waters, you kissed me,We floated among lilies on crystal pond,Protected in seclusion, by guard of quiet trees.We weaved garlands of the lemon colored flowers,Wore them upon heads like native crowns,Wild buttercup royalty, always, and for hours.YearsContinue reading “Buttercup Crowns”