A flower blossoms for its own joy.
Oscar Wilde
My Joy, a photo poem
My joy blossoms in white bridal wreath
greeting my on my driveway.
My joy blossoms in a pottery cup
steaming with a latte.
My joy blossoms with Stella’s sweet voice
saying “E-O!”
My joy blossoms with windchimes echoing
bird songs, Ta-tweet-ting, Ta-tweet-ting.
My joy blossoms on a blank notebook page
writing alongside my students.
My joy blossoms when you smile.
National Poetry Month Kidlit Progressive Poem is with Donna today at Mainely Write.
Reflections on the Teche 
My joy blossoms reading your wonderful words.
Lovely Margaret, I especially like your “windchimes echoing,
bird songs Ta-tweet-ting, Ta-tweet-ting.”
And your pics. Your poem fills you up inside, thanks!
My joy blossoms when I see those two sweet faces, and when I imagine living on the Teche.
Loved this poem. Joy is my OLW this year – and your inspiring poem begs to be borrowed for inspiration! Thank you
What a lovely joyful poem and beautiful images, Margaret. You bring joy to so many!
Such a lovely image: “My joy blossoms” I just want to sit and think about that for a while.
So much joy! Thank you for sharing yours! (Especially those two sweet faces!)