0010 A Day, A Meadow, A Miracle Comments

and the shadow moves aside, great line, great poem...

A gorgeous, encompassing poem that makes me long for the English countryside!

This is the meadow. It slopes from bright South down to the West and North from the primroses in the southern hedge down through the violets, sometimes white, in the western hedge tipping down to the rabbit warren and down to the wild garlic in perpetual shadow in the northern ditch shouting among the nettles Dear to me this lovely meadow and lovable poem. Wish to be with this great poet. Wish to write like this

Simply beautiful. I keep reading it...again and again and again.

Michael, You are the miracle - artist, musician and poet all rolled into one. Your warmth and joyful spirit shine though every word. I want to dance in your poem. love, Allie

That's beautiful Michael; the detail and the imagery is so carefully observed, it's like falling into a wonderland of sort.

what beauty you convey Michael. What impresses me the most is your attention to detail.

Ah, the appreciation that comes with age (and loss) delightfully expressed avr

I live in deep country, and this is a near-perfect description of life in the meadow. I feel refreshed, as though I have just been for a walk through this meadow! How beautifully written Michael....

I thought it was there for ever...now it's precious.