Running through wildflowers

By samhennig
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Ankles turn on dried mud,
Sticking out at angles,
A once muddy reminder of
the tread of deer and horses.
Overhead kites and hawks
hover and swoop.
I run, I run, I run.
Grasses and nettles make
red rivers across my skin,
It’s hard to convey the mood
I am in. Ochre light through
trees make dappled markings.
Greens flash by in every shade,
with purples and yellows and reds
and pinks and blues and hues of
every colour taking turns to
catch peripheral vision.
Daisies and poppies
reflecting the morning sun.
I run, I run.
I can hear my breath and
my beating heart, and my legs
feel more like the trunks
of the passing trees
than like the wispy stalks of the
flowers; and yet still I run.
I run through it all
and I chase it all away.
And I am left with everything around me,
wildflowers on a sunny day.
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Very vivid, and enjoyable to
Very vivid, and enjoyable to joion you in the run and the sights! Rhiannon
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A great IP response to
A great IP response to "colour", samhennig's wonderful poem shows how wild places are important not only to the creatures who live there, but to us, too. That's why it is Pick of the Day! Please do share, if you can
the photo comes from here : https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Wildflower_meadow_-_geograph.org...
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This is lovely Sam, well
This is lovely Sam, well deserved golden cherries!
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