Soft Shades of Olive
Soft shades of olive, emerald, and peridot
Filter through the early morning gray mists,
Greening of spring in my beloved meadow.
A stroll through the lea tops my daily lists
Some time just for me to inhale the fresh air,
The one thing during winter I most missed.
Amazingly refreshing to stroll without care
Among the wildflowers, along a dense trail,
Quiet moments reflecting, no drama or flair.
This morning I inadvertently scared up quail,
A most invigorating experience, without fail.
Written April 18, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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