BLUE-EYED grass in the meadow
And yarrow-blooms on the hill,
Cattails that rustle and whisper,
And winds that are never still;
Blue-eyed grass in the meadow,
A linnet’s nest near by,
Blackbirds caroling clearly
Somewhere between earth and sky;
Blue-eyed grass in the meadow,
And the laden bee’s low hum,
Milkweeds all by the roadside,
To tell us summer is come.
Mary Austin
I love the contrast of the yellow throats with the purple petals! Another from the Chiwaukee Prairie in Wisconsin.
I love the poem as well as the picture.
A perfect pairing of poem and picture! Love it!
You sure do get around.