Monday, September 8, 2008

Elation

jasmine
daises
purple honey dew
and the sweet smell of
tall grass on the hills
glisten in the summer sun
as a cool wind blows
that makes waves in
the grass and ruffles
the old oak
tree sitting in the distance
fresh rain fell in the night before
its wet salty smell lingers
into the day
the old man comes out to open
the rusty and squeaky gate
the chickens squawk
as he shuffles out their
morning seed
the sun wraps its
glowing
rays round the earth
a single breath of
life
brings comfort to the soul
all is at peace

1 comment:

Heather said...

definately very peaceful. you've got a very good way at describing the countryside...at least that's what I invision when I'm reading this. is it a real place?