Countryside Contemplation...
the tapering horizon
is patched with pink and gray
and their threads are sewn
into the blue and white ceiling of the day
a twisted grandfather tree
has branches gnarled in every way
and the symphony of spring grass
places ripples on the meadow as it plays
the three daisies before me
move about with the wind and do ballet
while I only have these words
of black and white to try and convey
these ever-changing colors that
are bundled by nature’s blossoming bouquet
Copyright © Luke Steadman | Year Posted 2009
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