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In a tangled meadow
vetch and tall grass climb
berry runners creep below
hawk-weed eyes scan the sky
by thorn brushed stems bearing
fuchsia rosebuds
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This is all lovely. I especially like the “fuchsia-wild rosebuds”.
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Thank you… they are a treat to discover 🙂
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“In a tangled meadow…”. …lovely poem and I do so love wild meadows.
Mriam
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Thank you Miriam 🙂 I enjoy the different flowers as they appear.
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Beautiful. Nature has a way of arranging herself just perfectly.
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Thank you. Arranging in such amazing intricacy 🙂
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So much imagery in the poetry Janice, creating pictures in the mind . Beautiful photos.
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Thank you, Denis 🙂
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