where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
October 6, 2015 § 26 Comments
to shorter days
Tagged: autumn, fall, field, fog, grasses, grey sky, landscape, meadow, mist, outdoors, shorter days, singing, song, voices
Yes the greens are no longer getting burnt brown here…
Lovely mood shot!
A beautiful description of a great photo!
And here in Oz, grasses that should be tender green are already baking to brown in the early summer heat, because Spring forgot to hang around.
Some years spring flashes by in the blink of an eye. 😦
Beautifully lilting alliteration
I would love to be in a field right now…
Lovely pairing and sentiment.
I. Love. This.
SIMPLICITY in its RAW beauty. (definitely appreciated by a Canadian Prairies girl.)
Great!Thanks for this photo as it seems to my mind that the grass dances and sings the songs of hope amongst a melancholy breeze
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Grasses do sing!
Music to my ears. We have a little prairie section on our property and I love their serenade.
Especially love the simplicity of this one! 🙂
In autumn-esque. Nicely expressed.
They seem to be leaning ever so slightly downhill as they sing. I like that. It makes me think of the haunting refrain of Roethke’s “The Waking” :
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
Perhaps leaning into the harmony? Thank you for the marvelous Roethke quote. _/\_
I can almost hear it….
love the words.
Very nice and beautiful.
Beautiful and so often overlooked.
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