Wednesday, July 27, 2016

poem of the day July 27


Queen Ann's lace
what a pretty face
standing in the summer field
Rows of wild carrots
weaving together
in the wind 
A living table cloth
of white medallions
that at first glance
look the same
but like homemade dreams
All are different views
of the same robe
making for a beautiful tapestry
while driving on an afternoon road

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