Meadowlarks nesting March to August yield to summer traffic in the dovetailed grass. Three clear notes. DO NOT WALK IN OPEN FIELD. I run the way my feet suggest. Upheld by ringing turf and larkspur flash, I chase meadowlarks nesting. March to August yield sways heavy on the cornstalked land I flailed to find the spot where larks come less and less. Three clear notes do not walk. In open field, runways the wind lays flat, fill up. Revealed in the natural clutch called happiness: meadowlarks' nesting march to August yield in the tilt of wind, rainswell and the cold mating ground, to bed with the dangerous three. Clear notes do not walk in open field. I leave five clues for the field guide whose wild speculation turns the head. Shells express meadowlarks' nesting march to august yield. Three clear notes do not. Walk in open field. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S SECRET, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE INSCRIPTION FOR A FOUNTAIN ON A HEATH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AUF WIEDERSEHEN! SUMMER by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN by HENRY VAN DYKE |