meadow – Poetic Meanderings

Tangle

“Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson As I descended a fair meadow’s hill, pondering as I watched the sea oats dance, I saw this glint of color— no one else noticed, the conversation continued around and behind me as we surveyed this pleasant land—Continue reading “Tangle”

Urban Meadow

“Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson I see you near my elbow; I recognize that drop waist and slow and steady flight intent on finding some puff of pollen, a trace of nectar, and I dare edge near enough to snap your picture asContinue reading “Urban Meadow”