' A Moment Of Splendor

While lying in a summer field
The sunlight warms my skin,
Bright clouds play hide and seek around
Their hidden shapes within;

Somewhere a bee is buzzing 'round,
A meadow lark sings sweet -
The breeze blows distant tinkling
Of a wind chime down the street;

Soft on a bed of daisies
Interspersed with Queen Ann's lace,
I breathe their herbal essence
As they brush across my face;

I slowly sip pink lemonade
Its tartness quells my thirst,
My mind is writing poetry -
With words precisely versed;

So grand to be a country girl,
I'm mother nature's child -
Within this splendid moment
So deliciously beguiled.


3/19/2009

by Linda Ori

Comments (2)

Not about writing, but great description and use of words, splendid! ! !
so much one with nature...indeed a moment of splendour!