Am I too early? Are you open? Of course you are. My memory is awakened by the implosion of fragrance to my senses. I see you have been well cared for. Words planted as seeds by others have not impeded your growth. Thoughts irrigate through your furrows of verse. Your vines reach for nourishment from the sun. Brilliance of color as if taken from a painters pallet. Paths beckon for my interest. Raindrops glisten as they fall from one leaf to another, awaiting its arrival. I sense the emotion from others, who as I, have come to visit. No, I was not too early, as you are always open to those who are never too late. by allen© Thank you with all my heart my dear friend Allen for writing this beautiful poem for me. The fragrance of your words permeate through the garden gate Never too early, never too late Forever, shall your words always be. from elaine's heart Thank you for visiting Raindrop Reflections. Please come again. The Music featured on this page is by © Margi Harrell. And used with her permission If you would like to visit Margi, click on her name above.