Evelyn Judy Buehler

March 18, 1953 - Chicago

Going, Going, Green

It's a quiet place, beneath a grassy hill,
Where the moonlight spills on whippoorwill.

And flowers of apricot, maroon and mauve,
Crowd the blues and yellows, at sunlit cove.

On a large flat rock, at the watery edge,
I'm at golden hour, feet dangling a ledge,

Scents of sea and summer blended with sun,
Permeate the moments, like sunset visions.

This is my sanctuary, my cove by the sea,
A place of green butterflies and honeybee.

I go there to meditate in the sunlit bliss,
And at times to encounter firefly reminisce!

Often I will sketch the gorgeous scenery,
Lost to this world in an ocean of greenery.
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