Hi All,
Today's post takes me to a place I nick named Carnival Meadow. A place as a child I found solitude and an abundance of wonder.
Carnival Meadow
The yellow gold amongst the trees,
In still silence, but for buzzing bees.
Plush meadow stretching far and wide,
A gurgling brook that frames one side.
Red Admirals flit from bloom to bloom,
On this sweet meadow they do festoon.
Pink and whites and tangerine hughes,
A carpet of flowers with speckles of blue.
Each footstep scatters and army of life,
Spiralling upwards in distress and strife.
Delicate scents fill the warmed air,
of Carnival Meadow with flowers so fair.
By Helen Stallard
March 15, 2014
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