Wind is the voice and the song of the prairie.
My meadow has gone wild-flowered! Sun slants across the meadow Lighting the white beard-tongue petals. They are torches Carried though the towering grasses by Lilliputians. The flames nod in a breeze as they’re passing; Grasshoppers spring up from the stems of grass, They are clowns making the earth laugh. Butterflies flit from bloom to bloom, […]
Of A Summer Morning By Elece Hollis Out in the fields where meadowlark goes, Bright paintbrushes stand on the tips of their toes. Butterflies––yellow ones, white, orange, and black Weave melodies over the grasses and back. Out in the woods where the tanager sings Luna moth travels on gossamer wings. Timid mouse peeps from […]