Evening
the meadow stalks
and stands in ranks
of stalks
shoulder to shoulder
impenetrable.
Across the strip of mown green
untidy lavender tufts and sprawls of rose
face tight-ranked meadow grasses
tangled mass of burrowing
creeping root and stemmed blooms.
At evening
the meadow creeps closer
and in the dark
I hear its furtive rustle
spill through
the open window.
Love love love that final stanza.
Thank you! It’s to be taken literally 🙂
Beautiful dear Jane!
Thank you, Holly xx
You’re very welcome xx
🙂
Now I’m really paying attention to the photo which has such lovely light. (K)
The bedroom window looks due west and when the sun skims across the meadow, it looks like gold.
I love the light in the photo, and that last stanza is wonderful. I just can’t decide if it’s a comforting thought or a scary one. It seems a little Stephen King-ish. 😀
Thank you 🙂 It depends on what you think is in the grass, I suppose. Mostly they’re not ferocious 🙂
It’s those things you don’t see. 😀
I hope they’re too big to get through the window. The grass is pretty high…
Gulp!
Nothing will be about tonight. We’re in the middle of a storm. Double thunderbolts forecast!
Yikes! I hope it isn’t (or wasn’t) too bad!
No, it was nothing like what was forecast. A bit of rain but no hail and about one thunderbolt.
That sounds fine to me. 😀
I’m not complaining 🙂
😀
Beautiful!
Thank you!
Wonderful creative thoughts so skillfully expressed. Lovely photo too!
Particularly the last three lines…
Thank you. We do get visitors in the night when the windows are open. No biters yet.
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Beautiful. I am feeling some mystery in it. 😉 xx Michael
When the sun is very low and it shines through the grass stalks it looks beautiful. Not like grass at all.