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Meadow Love

Discover meadow love laughing in my face lovely Queen Anne's Lace smiles at me Wild strawberry is renegade undiscovered left by Indians iris and rose bush the white tail deer blue jays and red cardinals ready hawks anticipating raccoon opossum and beaver squirrels nests high in tree sweet clover for hare oak's moss carpet spring lovely endearing waft lilac aroma season shifts to summer heat wave temperatures in the hundreds ground dries up quickly much praying for gentle rain saving herself until spring

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Mahtab Bangalee

Date: 2/27/2019 2:48:00 AM

aroma of love this poem is

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/27/2019 6:18:00 AM

I love the outside in a gorgeous form of spring, summer or fall. Today not so much.

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 2/23/2019 7:07:00 PM

I can practically experience this meadow. It's sights, sounds and scents come alive on the page. I enjoyed reading it.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/23/2019 8:59:00 PM

Thank you Evelyn. If there is one thing I love it is a meadow with wild flowers. Nothing better to uplift me.

M. L. Kiser

Date: 2/23/2019 9:58:00 AM

You're snowed in and here we are drowning in almost constant rain. I look out and see nothing but, grey and am dying for Spring; at least this poem has brightened my day a bit.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/23/2019 1:31:00 PM

I had to write it. I call this "self preservation" - I need faith and hope that it is coming sometime.