blue fields of wild indigo

a nature write about enjoying spring before winter comes

blue fields of wild indigo

 

chirping red robins

bobbing house wrens

 

perched high 

sing a soft lullabye

 

as the black mother hen

fluffs her fresh nest of twigs 

to lay her speckled eggs

 

the first leg of lady spring is here

her sweetest scent is floating in the air

with the buzzing bumble bees

 

the white aura of this virgin beauty

flows like a river

in a brisk breeze through our hair

 

not long before she disappears 

and the first tender sprouts of

july rye will appear

 

come on

lets run through

the blue fields of wild indigo

where the quarterhorses roam

 

we'll play with the 

frisky spotted fawn until sundown

 

while we're young and free

lets live like gods until dawn

 

sowing our oats in the sun's glory

until we need our coats of down

on a dead of winter morning

 

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

The uplifting emotion flows with brilliance! Your ink pulls me into the scene and let's me revel in the youthful vibrancy and playful scenery that you have painted.

While we are young... life is indeed a blessing and we do indeed need to let ourselves live it rather than just exist through it.

Great work!
Wolfie

[Voice]

This is very beautiful I just love the imagery behind your words. Great write!!

Voice

[Desert Dreamer]

Wonderful expression of the joy to be found out in nature.

[Marie Harrison]

A nature write about enjoying spring and summer before winter comes. Enjoy life before you get old and die.