Late July in the Meadow

Queen Anne spreads her ivory lace
across the meadows, her black-red ruby
proclaiming her right to rule.
The grasses bow to her fragrance.
The clover rises to applaud.
The sky sends popcorn clouds
to mirror her beauty. Ebony wasps
and iridescent flies buzz their joy,
and all the meadow sings.
Oh, how the meadow sings!

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