What The Meadow Dreamed Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
What The Meadow Dreamed
to be flower filled
or whipperwilled
or bright with snows
then crowned with prairie rose
and then to laugh forget me not blue
with children running through
a fugitive princess to
unlock the clouds
and the Great Winds
so that blossom and thistle
may bow down
suddenly
to the Flower Maker.
mary angela douglas 27 may 2017
Tuesday, June 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,flowers,god
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4/26/2024 11:49:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Whimsical and beautiful. Thanks for sharing this image.