| Among Seedlings The calm that we all seek hid silently away in unopened bluebells, where the free grasses are trampled down as paths to the midst of sunlit fields and we sit among seedlings and dine on colour wheel conversations, breezed and eased into fields that dance for the poppies that sing from the blacks in their throat and while the dandelions spread wide their celebration skirts, the big eyed horses are grazing after a frolic down the horizon trail. shalome � 2005 |