March 17
This was a day of blue and green,
wind across the meadow rustled
stalks and thrushes,
feathers ruffled.
Wind across the meadow rustled
unsteady shoots, bold
grass green
stalks, and thrushes
leapt skyward,
joyous,
feathers ruffled,
silver-
tongued.
Poetry and Images
My thoughts, ramblings and others are here, with no particular logic or order.
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Jane Dougherty Writes 
I love the way this poems grows, almost organically…
Thanks Jaye. I’m pleased you like the form. It is like that, adding a bit more each time the refrain washes up.