Meadows of Yellow

Yellow meadows come into view As the spring winds gently brew Petals sway as if they are dancing Luring insects of many in their passing glancing Azure blue skies look down on the green Whilst sporadic clouds, drift in and out of the scene Gentle trickles of water from the winters snow Meander through the meadows from the heights to below A scent of anew wafts through the air As i turn three sixty, all i can do is stare All that i see is of beauty and free These vistas of nature just fill me with glee Inspired by Linda-Marie's " Softly Springing " poem http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-3.php