Six Cow Pile-up on Pasture Hill

Six Cow Pile-up on Pasture Hill

nestled between two lofty pines

lay red and white

black and white

brown and tan

rump roast beauty queens

snorting sharp wisps

of white winter breath

an impestuous rooster’s cacklings

interjects background noise

as the six cow pile up on pasture hill

doesn’t budge an inch

resting on leftovers of clover and timothy hay scraps

that didn’t quite meet their culinary palettes

but by late afternoon’s fading sun

will become a mulled over snack

my ladies of leisure

just below my kitchen window

out beyond the clothesline

brings about a stark admission

of just how much

I had come to miss this…

–©g.a.meeder, 2020®

 

Below are my six lovely rump roast queens:

“Sweet Pea, Vaderess, Fawn, Snowflake, Beauty, Shawnee”

 

 

Symphony at Dusk

 

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Symphony at Dusk, —©g.a.meeder, 2019® 

                                                               Symphony at Dusk

the sun lays her head

upon broad earthly shoulders

as the night maestro

ushers in the starry notes

grazioso for our eyes

 —©g.a.meeder, 2019®

 

For John Coyote with love & respect

for understanding. 

May you find your peace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sun Shines So Pretty

Sun Shines So Pretty

winter layers us

in white diamond dust

the earth rotates on

her axis seasonally

stirring all things up

finding us here

in this moment

of discovery

that when the sun

shines so pretty it hurt

reminding us that

missing you

would hurt this much?

—©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

 

Simplicity(My Bouquet of Wisdom)

My Bouquet of Wisdom,–©g.a.meeder, 2018®

Simplicity
(My Bouquet of wisdom)

tiny seeds of life
that have taken root
give me a
simple pleasure
that only goes
to show
how easy to please
i have become in my life
with the smallest bouquet
of wildflowers
hand picked
for good measure.

–©g.a.meeder, 2018®

 

“Simplicity is not style, it is a state of harmony.”

Naoto Fukasawa

 

 

 

 

 

 

Endless Sky

Endless Sky

she ignited the horizon

ablaze in golden streaks

of promise that spoke

boldly of day’s end

as night snuck in upon us

covering the western skies

in blankets of twinkling stars

prodding us in wise,

ancient native voices.

what took you so long

to discover this spot

where you are?

our eyes shush their voices

as they wander wall to wall

beacons of lights across the

land of endless sky

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

Letter that I treasure…

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“Letter that i treasure…”—©g.a.meeder, 2013®

 

 

The above photograph is a letter that I received years ago(1983, to be exact) when I enjoyed the hobby of pen-pals, letter-writing, which today is now unheard of. It was this letter from a young boy, fifteen-years old who was terminally ill, suffering from an inoperable brain tumor…I have kept it all these years and I re-read it every now and again just to keep my head on straight because he didn’t get the chance to live like I did and I remember his kindness to take the time to write out a letter to a young woman who learned to love across the lines of a letter from a dying fifteen-year old soul.