Saturday, April 24, 2010

Meadow Speak

The meadow spoke
again this morning when
the sun arrived to visit.
A yellow speaker popped off
the evergreen remained seated,
as usual.
A purple statesman stood to speak
and the air stirred
fresh growth.
I rested upon the carpet
and smiled
that we were so well cared for.


  1. Your poetry reminds me of Mary Oliver's. Have you read her? I love the connection with the beauty and wisdom offered in nature.

  2. Hi Twila! I finally figured out how to respond but I have no idea if you will know that I did. :) I'll figure this blog stuff out some day!
    Thank you for your kind words. I'll look Mary Oliver up.