
Wildflower carpet
Cerulean petals fly
Perfectly disguised
A stark headland juts out into the sea. Limestone cliffs tower, bleak and open to the winds. The grass grows close to the earth, hugging her slopes for protection against the elements. From the road, beauty seems bleak.
Step out of the car and walk on the grass, though, and you can see that a resilient beauty carpets the earth. A profusion of the tiniest flowers in purple, amber and gold. Harvesting their bounty, small blue butterflies flutter… a world in miniature. Unless you look, you would never know.




























A very nice poem. Thanks for sharing!
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I love these posts with a wonderful haiku and some background, Sue.
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Thanks, Robbie.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Mother Nature does all sizes, all of them beautiful…
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I agree, Jaye 🙂 I have a soft spot from small though 😉
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How pretty 🙂
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I thought so too 🙂
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