Thursday, January 29, 2015

what dreams are made of...


as i walked through the fields,

seeing shadows illuminated by the brightness of the nearly full moon,

i saw, 

as if for the first time, 

the edges of the wheat spires blending seamlessly 

into the darkness of the late evening sky.

i thought to myself,

this is what dreams are made of...


11 comments:

Bluefinch said...

Yes sir! Separating the wheat from the chaff...

rivergardenstudio said...

Very beautiful Seth, nature in all her glory, especially in the details...
roxanne

cecile graven said...

beautifull

Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

magical

Sharmon Davidson said...

Wonderful words and image....

JackieP Neal said...

Just beautiful Seth!

Kay Wallace said...

Growing up in farm country in the Midwest, perhaps, more than some, I can appreciate both your poetry and photography! Well done, Master!

layers said...

Your workshops here in the Pacific NW sound wonderful... hopefully we can meet up and visit.

Brian Kasstle said...

Very beautiful Seth.

Jo Murray said...
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Jo Murray said...

A wordsmith indeed!