Harebell
As summer fell
Away to autumn
I found
A solitary harebell
In the long grass
Where knapweed
And yellow rattle
Flower purple and gold.
That tiny splash
Of eggshell blue caught
The ripples of the wind
And danced,
And I danced too
With sheer delight.
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Twilark's Blog 
December 9, 2012 at 11:04 pm
And in the dance
delight stirs up a breeze
and words flow like the music of a stream
over cold stones
and darting trout
and the reader
looking through the veil
of distance and time
rejoices that a poet
has written a poem
about a solitary harebell.
December 11, 2012 at 10:13 am
That is a beautiful response. Thank you very much Thomas. I love the way your words flow “like the music of a stream”.
Your comments give me great encouragement.