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:
Yes sir! Separating the wheat from the chaff...
Very beautiful Seth, nature in all her glory, especially in the details...
roxanne
beautifull
magical
Wonderful words and image....
Just beautiful Seth!
Growing up in farm country in the Midwest, perhaps, more than some, I can appreciate both your poetry and photography! Well done, Master!
Your workshops here in the Pacific NW sound wonderful... hopefully we can meet up and visit.
Very beautiful Seth.
A wordsmith indeed!
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