A Meadow of Thistles

As I splashed in Puddles of Earth's summer Rain...

I became a Goldfinch with soft yellow feathers 

looking for seeds to nourish my fledglings... 

Row after Row of Thistles and wild whistles 

from bold and bright Coneflowers singing Hallelujah... 

Hydrangeas covered with morning Dew played 

Forever Blue as bumble bees from honey combs 

buzzed and Sweet Adeline  softly sighed... 

Reviews

[Moonie]

I always feel such peace and wholesomeness wash over me whenever i read your poems! They remind me of the cottagecore aesthetic that is so popular at the moment. It's interesting how the older generations (who are now in their 40s and 50s) dreamt of bigger cars and houses and all sorts of luxuries and the younger 20-30 year olds, who had those luxuries while growing up, are slowly realising how empty that capitalist rat race is.
All i yearn for is a quiet life with a small warm home and a huge garden! Your words are beautiful 🩷🌷 especially the goldfinch feeding her fledglings. There's nothing stronger and more beautiful than maternal love. Animal and bird moms are adorable!! My sister's cat had kittens recently and it was a lovely sight 🥰😍

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Moonie... I remember placing a litter of Kittens on my Breasts... it was so adorable, especially with a few Calico's and black kittens and even pure white Kittens. It was similar perhaps to a Mother Hen sitting on her Eggs. You have encouraged me to feel proud to write words that give a feeling of peaceful calm. Blessings and wishes for sunny warm days and small puddles of rain for Birds who need to splash and be Cool. softly, Pat

[Thomas W Case]

The imagery is sublime. Great work.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Thomas... thank you for reading a bouquet of feelings that become a Sonnet as I view Nature as a Garden of Rapture. softly, Pat

[Mariej]

You allow your reader to see our beautiful Summer through the eyes of a gorgeous coloured Goldfinch as she searches for food for her babies. Amazing depiction, dear Pat. I could almost hear the little birds singing and bumble bees bbzzzzz - ing as I read. Wonderful write, Pat. So enjoyed reading and thank you for sharing...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Marie… as we feel amorous touches of flowers .. we know that Prayers are answered and there will be Love ❤️ and Peace. Your review is a blessing. Gently, Pat

[Mariej]

Most welcome always, dear Pat...

[Stella Armour]

Lovely soft imagery to be seen in this one Patricia ... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Sheila … we are enjoying the Miracles of Prayers in a World of Disbelief… God save the Beauty of Mountains Majesty…. Softly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

I can hear the soft music as the Goldfinch splashes into puddles of summer rain…. Your delightful images amaze me…there is always singing and buzzing……and hope🌷
Warmly, B

[Patricia Wedel]

Summer Sonatas are Symphonies of Mozart. Music 🎶 when Poets dance among the Thistles and soon they become entwined in orchestrated enchantment🍑 Betty dear. Gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

A pleasure always dear Pat.
Warmly, B

[Neville]

A meadow of thistles would surely be a sight to behold .. maybe not the best place to hold the annual nudist BBQ & dance but it would be a whole lot prettier .. and what a sight for sore eyes hydrangea blue & swathes of cornflowers would be too .. All in all a real treat & a gentle one at that Pat .. Neville 🪻

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Neville for the Levity and Cool 😎 feelings … flowers and Fig leaves for a Coverup… Indeed. Gently, Pat

[Vol]

I was ten years old in Memphis, Tennessee, hiding beneath a low canopy of vines when a cloud of gold finches flew in to investigate the thistles above the leaves. In those days a flock of them was an occasional delight, but it has been many years since I've seen any. Just a memory of young magic.
Vol

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Vol… my maternal Grandmother grew up in Tennessee and spoke about gardening on the side of a Hill. I ❤️ love that you saw a flock of Gold Finches.. at age Ten. Birds are amazing Survivors. Some days I need Wings… but have to settle for a Halo! I Wish!! softly, Pat

[Vol]

Patricia,
Awww! What a beautiful thought!
If you don't mind my asking, where in Tennessee?
Vol

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Vol… I only know that she married Dave and he was a Coal miner in WVa.. they lived in the Holler and raised three boys and three girls. When the youngest was ten yrs.. Dave bought a number of Acres in
Delaware and he and two sons worked on
The Trains in Wilmington, DE. Grandpa Dave died of Black Lung when I was 19. The family inherited the Land. I admire the Lady Senator from Tennessee .. to hear her Speak on TV. softly, Pat

[Vol]

Cool, I know Marsha Blackburn personally... She and her husband got their start selling World Book Encyclopedias door to door...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Vol... I remember in grade school.. very nice men and women would sell encyclopedias. Door to Door,Those were wonderful days before Cable TV and Smart Phones. Our Days pass too quickly. Marsha Blackbur is quit a Lady. I believe our Politicians are becoming "Road Scholars. Take Care... our Coumtry is anxious to Thanks for Sharing your thoughts... Pat

[Vol]

Nothing like a little devine intervention to spoil the plans of the wicked...

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Vol.. Divine Intermission is Amazing.. in the Palm of His Hand. So many are touched by Wings of Wonder… as our World unfolds… the Mystery becomes Blessings from time to time. softly. Pat

[Re-Pete]

nature in all of its brilliance. that's some meadow. delightfully pleasant. lifting thoughts and imagery. i see thistles nearby the river where i am.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete… thank you for feeling the romance of a Meadow… I will visit soon… afternoon. Softly, Pat

[emmajoygreen]

Your poem is amazingly visual and inspiring - especially the thistle part, Pat!

Lovely:
Hydrangeas covered with morning Dew played
Forever Blue as bumble bees from honey combs
buzzed and Sweet Adeline softly sighed...

Yes, yes, and yes!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Em… you are a Gem to write a grand review. I cherish the Summer flowers as they sing and Blue Bells Ring. Thistles are my favorite … ❤️ hugs, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

As a Child.. I dreamed of Blue Eyes... but saw Blue Skies... with a Smile. softly, Pat