this begins so sweetly, and ends with a little dark, mysterious twist. are the red wolves something to be feared? something that threatens to mar summer's soft and tender beauty? or are they in hiding, literally, from some danger to themselves? personally, i vote for the first meaning... and hope to enjoy the "tender grasses" and "soft breezes" every chance i get, before the wolves strike...
Anonymous said…
you blow me away. smiles.
Anonymous said…
Jingle appreciates your support to our poetry potluck. Our week 41 Theme is: Saints, Monks, and Meditations, Yet, old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome… ;) Always, your poetry is sunshine to us! Looking forward to seeing U on Sunday, 8pm or later. Stay Blessed, Love and hugs. xoxox
It is a beautiful, pastoral image. I kept looking for the red wolves in hiding, a bit like those puzzles children get where they are up in the trees somewhere and you have to find them but none came jumping out at me. Still, I like the twisty ending. It is very cool and leaves one guessing. xo, Noelle
What a fantastic photo. The ghostly images look like Wendy, Caspers friend, you know, the friendly witch. Red foxes? Wise, crafty. Hiding in the tall grass. Ready to steal your food. You are a gem amongst stones Meri.
Sometimes things aren't what they seem. We settle in somewhere, thinking it's going to be safe and hospitable and just what we hoped for, a magical haven that provides us shelter from harm. Then reality sets in and we realize that we were mistaken. That soft place to land turns out to be quite a bit less soft than we'd anticipated. In fact sometimes things get downright hard and cold and unforgiving. Not at all what we expected. Do we stay and make the best of it or fly away to build a new nest somewhere else? Sometimes the most valuable lessons come from learning to see the beauty right in front of your eyes. Sometimes we bloom most gloriously when we learn to thrive just where we are and come to love just what we have. Maybe each of us is exactly where we need to be, learning lessons custom-made for us.
Haiku My Heart i invite you to imagine living in peace one day at a time I have to admit that I'm finding it hard to celebrate the birthday of my country having declared its independence from Mother England, when the country was founded on institutionalized slavery, the idea that white men were created equal but but black men were less than and women weren't even considered. We tend to glorify the "all men are created equal" phrase without looking at the reality. We can do better. We must.
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this begins so sweetly, and ends with a little dark, mysterious twist. are the red wolves something to be feared? something that threatens to mar summer's soft and tender beauty? or are they in hiding, literally, from some danger to themselves? personally, i vote for the first meaning... and hope to enjoy the "tender grasses" and "soft breezes" every chance i get, before the wolves strike...
smiles.
Our week 41 Theme is: Saints, Monks, and Meditations,
Yet, old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome… ;)
Always, your poetry is sunshine to us!
Looking forward to seeing U on Sunday, 8pm or later.
Stay Blessed,
Love and hugs.
xoxox
xo,
Noelle
Peace to you
Weekend Reflection
love the intrigue!
I love your haiku comment on my haiku post!!!
Have a lovely weekend
Sue x
Beautiful offering today.
Happy Summer, Talented One.
it is a crazy hot summer...our weekend was teaming with the laughter of stephanie and greg over many a delicious meal and stories shared.
now i am playing catch up with haiku...not to mention the allure of plaster.
red foxes indeed!