The still green meadow
holds out the possibility
of an Indian Summer.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
The still green meadow
holds out the possibility
of an Indian Summer.
Reblogged this on Voiceless in America and commented:
Such lovely photos daily!
very good 🙂 lets hope so !
Hi. All that green does hold possibilities. Leaves are falling fast here. Jane
I cannot get over how every time you strike so deep. Apparently simple pictures that say so much. A delight to visit. Thank you.
Your connections between imagery and poetry continue to grab me with their deeper meanings.
I like scrolling through your monthly archives. The photo- and poem-a-day, viewed as a timeline, tell a wonderful story. Thanks for the effort! And thanks for Liking my Autumn Planting – Daffodils post.
Here’s hoping …
What I see now is mostly brown…but that is lovely also.
Lovely shades of green in the photo.
What a nice green.
Perhaps! 😉
Old man winter is staking his claim here, so your picture and verse warmed my soul today… 🙂
Aah..time slows down..and the interplay between the green meadow and its time starts..
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