Goldenrod and Wild Aster
By onemorething
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Beeshine in low croon
across mist light and meadow,
hare of earth, keen-eared and leery,
we watch,
as the sun spreads sky
over honeystems, cottonhearts,
the peace of dew, gentle
morning, and I, perhaps,
the last woman.
The painting is called Meadow Flowers (Goldenrod and Wild Aster) by John Twachtman, c.1892.
https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:John_Henry_Twachtman_-_Meadow_Flowers_(Golden_Rod_and_Wild_Aster)_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg
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This poem has such a soft and
This poem has such a soft and gentle flow Rachel, makes me think of peace and quiet in the early morning as the sun just starts to rise.
Beautifully done.
Jenny.
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In such space
...we have the grace of room to be ourselves :)
Bestest wishes
Lena xx
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Thank you for this onemore -
Thank you for this onemore - my favourite time, and you've recreated it in words
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agree with Insert, this
agree with Insert, this reminds me so much of when I used to walk at dawn, the feeling of being the only person and surrounded by glory
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"Beeshine in low croon.."
"Beeshine in low croon.."
Gorgeous, of course. Paul
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Every man wants her to be
Every man wants her to be his first love, a woman is more subtle she wants to be his last.
Practical! Good luck for the last woman! Tom
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