Queen Of The Meadow Poem by Sandra Fowler
Queen Of The Meadow
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.
A wonderful observation on the passing of time; an ephemeral whisper that echoes natures call... beautiful as ever Sandra - not a word wasted. Justine.
This soothing piece strikes me as very Eliot-esque... or even an improvement, dare I say it... (and from me there can be no higher compliment) . A true stunner. t x
This was a quick one, but a sweet one. I see that you are very creative with your words and vision. NICELY DONE!
Time and time another summer summer gone this a lovly one i like it.
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
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dear sandra, read this and love the nature of it all. the meaning, isearch it in the queen of my heart. thanks.