I think the leaves have chosen, my brave friend.
They patch the old roof with their berry blue.
I taste our epitaph in chimney smoke.
Queen of the meadow, where has August gone?
Queen Of The Meadow is a wildflower that comes and goes with August.
Short-lived, ephemeral flowers, relationships, feelings... And the poem is so aptly brief, to render this idea. Great write. Warmly, Julia
it's nice to read your poetry again, my friend, and this is a very nice peice. with love from, corrine andrews
Another wonderful poem. Always fresh imagery. And, I love it when poets share their codes that makes a work even more vital. Bill Grace
A very creative write Sandra, the ending of summer and fall soon to come. Excellent work as usual.--Melvina--
The sweet fragrance of the Queen of Meadows seems to ooze out from your poem Very beautiful.. Lovely piece of work..10 with love shan
Short lifespan but beauty and memory of them linger on - thanks for sharing - Cindy
a wonderful poem that you picture very well with your words of knowledge.
A wonderful piece of write. I like the beautiful descriptions of this poem.
beautiful....i love your descriptions of nature, they always take me to some warm place. I feel as if I'm staring at a painting, or sitting in a field! ! Your excellent by all accounts 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for sharing this delightful taste of art!