Ecstasy of vetch
stains the roadside purple while
evening primrose shines.
In moonlight I hear
the silent tangle of green
and vine call our names.
Last night the buck moon, nearly full, cast a shaft of moonlight across the waters of Waterside. The quiet was spectacular as was the darkening roadside filled with an abundance of wildflowers. Sweet smelling bedstraw, buttercups, purple vetch, daisy and false morning glory to name a few. The cattle were late grazing and there was a hum of summertime evening that could only be experienced--insects, woodland animals, amphibians, birds and my own heart all calling out to that lonely somewhere. I wanted to lay down on the red clay road and let the scene consume me. Perhaps it did.
Be well,
Jill
You paint a beautiful picture! mom