It is not lonely or desolate––this land––it’s teeming with life, every square foot of it.
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, […]
The Old farm fades with yellow…Sunflowers grow along fences and sneezeweed takes the pasture.