Tag: buttercup

Blessed Company

Thrush hurls her song

in curls and spirals and dead straight lines

.

The trees stand as still as time

The hills look down benignly

.

The wind converses enigmatically

The river merely suggests itself so quietly

.

Even the buttercups

Nod their heads with glee –

.

I feel I am among

such blessed company.

Blessed Company FWTS