In The Meadow Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

In The Meadow



The scents were calling
for a frolic in the grass
bordered by sweet blooms.
Life's full of unplanned pleasures
like a kiss under the moon.

In the tall green grass
cobalt sky was the limit.
Laughter in sunshine-
in early days of summer
nearby the emerald pines.

In The Meadow
Sunday, March 19, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: grass,fun,beauty,green,flowers,sun
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This poem is in the tanka form. Photo by Ralf Rupert at Pixabay
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