fresh mead

grain like grass tickles the sky from the ground

flowers wink coyly waiting to be picked

even fruit abounds, grapefruit or cherries?

the Sun smiles down over it all and a gentle haze has set in

its quiet now, no people to disturb the wildlife

at first just a few small birds appear to welcome the animals to the stage of unfettered life

but after these little harbingers crusade into the locus, others are on their heels

a deer hops over some brush and announces itself with an ear flick

the pond sits and watches it all, reclining into the Earth peacecfully

A goose alights on his belly.

the golden meadow stretches nearly as far as the eye can see before it is swallowed by a forest

but here in the mead, all is swell and the air is fair


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