SOLITUDE LIES IN THE MEADOWS

Amongst the tall grasses

Where the crickets play

Nibbling a stem of grass

My thoughts cloud the day.

The meadow is my mattress

Surveying the blue sky

Solitude in the making

A butterfly passes by.

Time's of no importance

Lying in gentle surrounds

A gurgling of the brook

Hearing the blackbird's sounds

I see clouds with faces

As the wind brushes by

Blowing away my thoughts

While a bird's soaring high.

But now the beginning

Approaches the end

Watching the sun decline

And so the day in the meadows

Will remain a friend of mine.

Reviews

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Ahh, so inspiration is flooding your verses now. I can see you are raising your bar!! Love the imagery, and the conversation you have with nature here. beautiful!!

[alf]

Hi Andrew. Love to see you play with this one a little. The cadence is almost there, the rhyming is and I can already see I'm going to love the new result (lol). Tinkering is all it needs, like fine tuning an engine, alf