Field Song grasses sing a serenade to shorter days Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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. LikeLike Reply
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 LikeLike Reply
Music to my ears. We have a little prairie section on our property and I love their serenade. LikeLike Reply
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. LikeLike Reply
Yes the greens are no longer getting burnt brown here…
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Lovely mood shot!
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A beautiful description of a great photo!
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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.
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Some years spring flashes by in the blink of an eye. 😦
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Beautifully lilting alliteration
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I would love to be in a field right now…
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Lovely pairing and sentiment.
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I. Love. This.
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SIMPLICITY in its RAW beauty. (definitely appreciated by a Canadian Prairies girl.)
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🙂
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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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beautifully said
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Grasses do sing!
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Music to my ears. We have a little prairie section on our property and I love their serenade.
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Especially love the simplicity of this one! 🙂
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Lovely view.
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In autumn-esque. Nicely expressed.
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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.
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Perhaps leaning into the harmony? Thank you for the marvelous Roethke quote. _/\_
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I can almost hear it….
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love the words.
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Very nice and beautiful.
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Beautiful!
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Beautiful and so often overlooked.
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Lovely.
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