Evening, hush
Flower meadow lies quiet
beneath waves of fescue,
feather-bannered stalks, rippling light,
in a south wind blowing,
and through the ceaseless
green-gold movement of growing,
I see white daisy, pink orchid faces
peering back from beneath the waves,
green-gold and rippling,
of the ocean meadow,
the bee-humming sea,
ceaselessly rolling
from hedge to sunset.
Evening, hush Flower meadow lies quietbeneath waves of fescue,feather-bannered stalks, rippling light,in a south wind blowing, and through the ceaselessgreen-gold movement of growing,I see white daisy, pink orchid facespeering back from beneath the waves,green-gold and rippling, of the ocean meadow,the bee-humming sea,ceaselessly rollingfrom hedge to sunset.Read MoreJane Dougherty Writes
