@mfioretti

It might have something to do with wealth; 'having' and 'not having'
This is interesting though it's not obvious when the data was collected;

https://www.pewresearch.org/religious-landscape-study/database/religious-tradition/catholic/income-distribution/

Where is my delight
On a misty may morning?
Cattle amble over the meadow
from the morning milking shed
Quiet in their breathy wonder
At the silver grass.
Dewdrops shimmer
On Dandelion clocks
Damp fluff no time will measure
But quicksilver-lit,
they shine like stars.
What music can I hear?
Goldfinches twinkle
lighting the walls with glitter
And a Curlew sings
Her descending song
Down to the heath
And her treasure.
#CoSopoetry

No future, no past,
Only the present moment
No view of distant hills
Or monuments
Most might say
the day is dull
But we choose how to see it.
The mile-long field
Glows golden in the grey
A million buttercups are singing
Lifting the larks to a golden sun
The single cornflower
Of the early spring
A bright blue galaxy
With new stars forming
None decaying
Bursting with light
And a gentle radiance
Lifting my heart
And lifting the Lapwing
Into the dance.
#CoSopoetry

The peace of the roe deer
In the deep of the green
The stillness of the little owl
Waiting patient on the wall
The song of the skylark
From the top of the sky
The wildness of geese
Whose calls light the valley
The abandon of Lapwing
Dancing and free
The strength of the oak
Green fingers of leaves,
Charging my spirit
Reaching out,
touching me.
#CoSopoetry

Theres a beautiful blue
To the sky today
A cooler edge
to the warmth of the sun
So I went the way I seldom go
And noticed the peace
Of the morning
The Curlew calls
From the mile-long field
There's a Heron standing
Over silver water
And the Rooks rattle
the noisy woods
Orange tips flutter
Round milkmaids and bluebells
Lovage and borage
Settling in small spirals
On mustard.
#CoSopoetry

The night was lit with fairy light
The sky aflame
With mauve and green
and soft blue brightness
The morning shines its mirror
On the glory
A cloud of Bluebells
fallen sky,
drifting deep
And inky sweet
Wild garlic's dense aromas
Fills me with a primal urge
To leap into the wooded dell
And bathe myself in scent and smell
All lit by dappled sun
And sprinkled with
the lemon light of primrose
#CoSopoetry

@allin I'm so sorry. Just seen this. I'm in yorkshire, UK

@q00w2 😊

@q00w2 they are dancing. If.i listen carefully I can hear something whispering 😀

So. This is not usual

Wow!

@allin what an absolutely beautiful message. So generous of you. Thank you so much. I'm so glad that you find some joy in the words.

Warm and peaceful
An alabaster light
Softness and ease
Dandelion clocks
Stopped at one
And the world
Takes a breath.
I tasted the leaf
Of a milkmaid flower
And it was sweet and spicy
Honeyed air
All around me
This stillness is
Loaded with life
It's generous and giving
Singing with brightness
And skylarks rejoicing
#CoSopoetry

Utterly beautiful
Cornflower blue
Warm westerly air
Shimmers over the moor
Skylarks sing their silver song
Whites and Painted Ladies flutter
Through a cloud of cuckoo-flowers
On the drowsy green
Where sleepy ewes
And little lambs
Slumber in the summer sun
I feel the summer
In this weather
And there's any number
Of merry pipits
A'frolic in the heather
#CoSopoetry

Gently haunting weather.
An ocean of mist
Stretches for miles
Hugging the valleys close.
Dark islands of hills
March to the west
A warm sun breaks through.
A Curlew calls
From a dark stone wall
Sings of her joy
And calls to her treasures.
A bold snipe dares gravity
Sets the air a'shimmer
Winnowing mist
With his feathers
And lovely Lapwing
Green gloss and mauve
Dance on the soft edge of the sky.
#CoSopoetry

The heavens opened last night
The storm-wracked road
Is littered by the flow of moor
Pebble-strewn and muddy.
Thunder-clear air
Grey and cool
The sparky flint of petrichor
Lingering.
Stone and water
Storm dissolving
Scents of earth descending
Down towards the valley
Falling
Seven Curlew calling
Like the seven stars shining
So close I can see your light
Feel it lift my skywards
Up to where the skylarks sing
#CoSopoetry

@Esther 😊 it was a skillful bit of flying

Mayfly day
Beautiful
Speckled woods a'flutter
A hawk on the high hill
Hushes the larks as he hoves to,
Sits and waits
A silent lookout on his mast
Then dashes away, fast and low
Under the wall, then over it.
Starlings have found a new love
And chatter in the silver
Seeking their beauties together
Snapping them from the sky
And gliding back in little clouds
to their green havens
Where little plovers sparkle
golden in the sun
#CoSopoetry

@allin @LnzyHou and thank you for feeling it and for your kindness 😊

@LnzyHou thank you for seeing it😊