Wild flowers growing
In long meadow grasses
Small glints of colour
When anyone passes
Shedding their seeds
At the end of each year
To sleep until spring
When they’ll all reappear
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature and renewal, seeing through words......nice....10