September Heights: Meadow

the woods brush field edges
threaded with cornstalks–no room
for meadows here.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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31 Responses to September Heights: Meadow

  1. Nineteenfifteen says:

    love this.

  2. Bruce Ruston says:

    really linking it with a capital L for Like

  3. Leo says:

    Maybe the field once used to be a meadow.. that’s always a possibility. But then again, tranquil mind needs just a tranquil place to call its own…

  4. poetrydiary says:

    A lovely feel to this haiku – sensitive and tactile. I enjoyed it.

  5. brudberg says:

    I get a little sad about this, all meadows lost between wood and field. It talks to me.

    • oh, glad it spoke to you. however, it is important to realize this is written from New York state, where trees can, and ultimately do, want to reclaim the forest they were ;)

  6. Barbara says:

    Your poem is packed with images. I can just see the trees right at the edge of the farmer’s field. Lovely.

  7. Patti says:

    Soon the corn will be harvested, and maybe next year the field can be a meadow again.

  8. elleceef says:

    I love the woods, too. I like your image here.

  9. nelle says:

    Love cornfields in fall…

  10. Life is beautiful wherever it grows as long as we see it with grateful eyes~BEAUTIFUL friend !

  11. There is always room for meadows in the mind…

    No Meadow

  12. Pranita says:

    Expressed with beauty Susan…. love it!

  13. A lovely snapshot haiku that evokes my farm boy roots :)

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