Pastoral

Pastoral

The mocha brown back bends,
a brindled face drenches itself
in a full bladed green bouquet
her black-eyed calf strays,
tags another and kick-runs
away, but not far afield.

Yield to the moment
Pasture yourself
in the quiet country’s
peace and grace.
The nodding queen-Anne’s-lace
the spires of cornflowers blue as the sky
Stand and gaze,
bow and graze your soul.
Chew the cud of calm.
Feed enough to move on.

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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2 Comments

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2 responses to “Pastoral

  1. Wonderful! I’m pasturing in your poem!

  2. Dear Darlene, Beautiful poem and photo. Fits so well with life here in Wisconsin. Thanks, Ellen

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