Among Swaying Flowers
I am having a heavenly day among swaying flowers,
away from my usual city existence;
tumbling, I lay supine beneath a huge tree,
under the safety of cool emerald leaves.
A raging stream not far flows on it's forest journey,
oh, there is such a sweetness in the simplicity of nature;
as I listen to birds twittering and bees buzzing,
watching the sun shine on a distant hill.
Lovely horses come galloping across the country field,
but, soon my eyes close and I have a dream of leaping;
the sun touches me with a caress of warmth,
and delicate hues of wild flowers sway a dance.
The sun is high in the bright azure sky and still I lay,
then, a gossamer wing kisses my ruby lips startling me;
and a beautiful blue butterfly hovers above me fluttering,
and I am full of harmony, peace and calm . . . .
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October 20, 2019
Poetry/Pastoral/Among Swaying Flowers
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1189-952-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FTI Blog Series 3 - Pastoral
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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