The Meadows

The Meadows

As we left the lodge pine forest and
Walked through meadows dotted with
Yellow wild flowers and patches of blue
We came across a field of ravens
Nodding their small black heads to and fro
Dancing and hopping in crazy motion
Through grasses tall to them, in front of us
Everything moved in time to the great sky
Opening and closing like a giant bellows
And, for the first time in my life
I could smell the rain


(Clear Lake Trail at Yellowstone, photo Jude Hoekstra)

Published by Doug Hoekstra

Father, wordsmith, musician, creative.

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