by: (Antonio Carrillo)
In the field of blue
I will roam.
In the ocean of flowers
I will be free.
In the sunshine
I will soar.
In this world
I will be happy.
Yes.
I will.
FIELD OF BLUE
field of flowers
A Field of Flowers
Source:travel-story
Through a field of flowers.
Pink petals in my hair.
Follow the babbling brook.
At the mountains I stare.
Green grass for carpeting.
Wisps of white clouds float free.
White snow caps the mountains.
Grey rocks all I can see.
Grey surrounds oasis.
A mirage that can’t be.
Flowers lift their faces.
An illusion for me.
A BLANKET OF RED
Nordic landscape
A blanket of red
covers the landscape.
Fragrant and soft
as it protects and serves.
A place of comfort
and a place to sleep.
A keeper of memories
of the lost tower.
What was once a stronghold
is now a carpet of beauty.
FIELD OF BLUE
porcupine by: (Antonio Carrillo)
In the field of blue
I will roam.
In the ocean of flowers
I will be free.
In the sunshine
I will soar.
In this world
I will be happy.
Yes.
I will.
A BLUE HAZE
Texas Bluebonnets Beautiful gorgeous pretty flowers
Walking in a field of Bluebonnets.
Everything is blue.
And blurry.
Blue everywhere.
Filling my nostrils
with their sweet fragrance.
Starting to feel drowsy.
Sleepy.
Eyelids growing heavy.
Maybe I’ll lie down for awhile.
Not so comfortable.
Stems are pointy.
But I’m still drifting away.
Somewhere over the rainbow…
SUSANNE LEIST 