In Wildflower Fields

Folder: 
Wildlife/Nature

Grasses, long,

two feet high,

thin and emerald green,

sway with passing breezes.



Slim-winged dragonflies,

dart in frenzied motion,

from stem to stem.



Soft hues,

yellows, purples, blues,

inter-mingle in scattered bouquets

of beauty, simplified.



Fragrances, light,

tease the air

with a delicate balm

of subdued perfumes.



In wildflower fields,

barefoot, I linger,

longer than I should.



But nothing

seems to hold more importance

at this moment,

than me,

standing here,

in wildflower fields.

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poetvg's picture

awesome work
i loved it :*)

word_man's picture

VERRY GOOD POEM

rON