Meadow Lark Songs

As I walk beside the Rappahannock River 

I hear the Meadow Lark singing Debussy. 

in Soprano scales of Even Tide... 

The Owls are snuggled on the Pine branches 

where Moonbeams gather for evening prayers  

The Fish have gone Upsteam to Dream... 

 

 

Reviews

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Your poem was simply beautiful! I loved the way you described the peaceful evening scene by the river with such vivid and evocative language. It was like I could hear the birds singing and feel the cool breeze on my face. Your words really captured the beauty and tranquility of nature.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Auza… it seems the tranquility of Nature will guide us to find Peace among the Storms… Thank you for your warm review. gently, Pat

[John the Baptist]

A soothing meditation here. Yes, the same scenes can be seen by the James.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John the Baptist… thank you for your lovely review. softly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... do you mean the James River?... close to Richmond, Virginia?... quietly, Pat

[John the Baptist]

Yes, I mean the James, but where it flows into Hampton Roads.

[AYVID N]

Dear Pat,
Nature has such a mesmerizing music to it. Every element you describe has captured my spirit and imagination. It's as if an eternal poet sings in you. It's a pleasure to read this poem again and again.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Divya... I am blessed with your reverence for Mother Nature that rests upon the boughs of Humanity's Breast. softly, Pat

[Neville]

that's one mighty river Pat ..

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville…. Yes… Fredericksburg, Virginia has the Rappahannock River flowing through our City and miles beyond. Our first President George Washington grew up and certainly fished on the Banks of our River. In fact, we can take a Tour of his boyhood Home… as reconstructed. Old trees Grace the lawns of many homes… we can also tour the home of Mary Washington.. the Mother of George. I am mighty thankful for your Review. gently, Pat

[Neville]

always a pleasure treasure and always mine .. 🌹

[Patricia Wedel]

You are so kind and always sublime.. Peonies smile...

[Chris Shaw]

A poem of serenity and beauty Pat. I love that the meadow lark sings Debussy. In six lines you have created heaven. Sending love across the waves.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris… your Avatar smiles softly as if the blue sky reflects sunshine in your eyes.
The Devine Bette Middler sings of your Beauty. Thanks for describing the ambience of Heaven. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Sending you warm wishes across the pond on a bright spring day Pat. Hope all is well dear poet and friend 🌹

[Dave Brown]

Absolutely beautiful
coincidently he responded, a pleasant smile endearing his handsome face, my next painting is scheduled to be that of an owl

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dave… I could pose for that Haunting Painting… now that I am eighty-three years young.. the Wisdom of an Owl 🦉 permeates my Soul… even my soft golden feathers gather Round my Eyes. Your review has given me 🦉 Hoots of heavenly Hallelujahs. softly, Pat

[Dave Brown]

Such a meaningful offer!
I can see it all now as I sip my morning brew!
You having (eventually!!) settled upon the branch of a Red Maple, alongside the Rappahannock River with fall's sunlight enhancing the deep red of the leaves all round you, even further enhancing your soft golden feathers.
These are indeed rare moments meant to be treasured by we mere mortals!!
(Do you think that whomever it was named that particular river, was to end up with a headache)
Whichever,
Happy hoots of heavenly Hallelujahs 2U2
Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dave... perhaps the American Indians named our Rivers... after all our Land really belonged to all the Tribes of American Indians... when we took over their Land. I like the sound of their language and their love of Nature... known how to Survive. Now we have relied too much on electricity.... when it would be lovely and not so costly to live within our means with Nature and yet we could build Shelters and heat with fire and coal-- especially with all the Immigrants being given free everything and we are totally not prepared. God help us all. Amen,,, Pat

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I love living in Virginia with you, being a part of the inspiration that always sparks within your poems. This is beautiful!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Linda… Virginia has many Moods and indigenous flowers, such as the Wild Red Bud trees that Grace our byways and woods. I was born in West Virginia and grew up in Maryland. My children were raised in Virginia and have also raised their children in Virginia. Thank you for your generous and warm review. 💕 lovely to know you are Near. softly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

"The Owls are snuggled on the Pine branches

where Moonbeams gather for evening prayers"

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami… yes, we have very tall Pine trees around our old two-story Home. It is lovely to sleep upstairs among the tall Pine trees.. knowing the Owls 🦉 are part of our Family. We have many other birds and different trees also. It seems like Heaven on Earth. tenderly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Enjoy your little heaven. You are welcome 😊.

[Einstein Noodle]

lovely scene and setting, Pat! i feel a calm serenity in reading ... love that closing line ma'am!
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Gene... spawning in the River can be relaxing if Trout show off their Rainbow scales while Dreams come true... an added preview just for you. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared dear Patricia. I love the flow of nature. Allow us to watch the task of life and movement that flowed with ease. Maybe we should? Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... so glad that you felt the ease of Eventide as the Meadow Lark sang with the movement of the breeze in the trees. May Peace and Love follow you all your days. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Pat.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the fish are dreaming of a Blue Danube Waltz....even though they think Debussy is okay.
and I wonder for what the moonbeams are praying...the moon gives so much, I hope the prayers are answered.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... since my Fathers entire family were born in Hungary, I am tempted to revise my music to the Blue Danube Waltz. My Mother had about ten or so Strauss Waltz's that she played on long-playing records on an Old wooden Antique Music Box. We had a yellow Canary that sang along with the Music.
The Moonbeams are praying for Peace and Love. Many prayers are answered eventually. The Moon is Eternity with Hope and Passion. I usually check the Moon's phase every night up high from our second floor Guest Room Window-- unless we have a Guest that night. gently, Pat