It’s raining here today; that sudden sullen sky was determined
to douse dancing dreams of children
playing in brush-cut grass and loping
over into the wild fields beyond a slumped-wire fence.
Oh but for eternal summer,
And children staying as innocent as poppies
bobbling to music of the breeze.
I did not think of them as fragile
and thin-skinned as to be rust-clipped
by an errant wind or being too long in the sun.
Winter came and ground them to their roots;
all hope surrendered for a sweet return, until
first spring brought them green and full of fruit baskets,
good grain seeds and percolating little sprigs.
Come second summer, there were harvests
and blond bristles of hair were blooming
amidst the yellow blossoms of a reticent old lady’s garden.
How sad I cannot join them in their rollicking sway
for fear of tripping up on my own good graces.
A grandmother’s garden, well clipped, well tended,
where she has worried the soil for signs of return,
is trampled by grandchildren who do not understand
how tenderly she coaxed them to rise and dance.
It’s raining here today.
My daughter called to say there would be no more children.
Author notes
Prompt: picture provided by contest-holder : Deviant art 25 lines
In a list
A contest entry
- Yellow poppy field by Sonja.
1000 points, ended April 24, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I so love this...it's beautiful.
A thoroughly enjoyable read.
Congrats on the Gold.
Well deserved , well done.
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CONGRATULATIONS ON EARNING THE GOLD CUP!
"I did not think of them as fragile
and thin-skinned as to be rust-clipped
by an errant wind or being too long in the sun."
Nor do I!
I think of them as invisible needles in brier that catches us quite by surprise when found in the cuff of our jeans. They are sturdy moldings of that us we once thought we could have been.
Ah! Yes... I agree with my whole heart at the judge's choice for Gold with this treasure.
I love the mixture of serenity, acceptance, and remembrance of joy in these lines;
"How sad I cannot join them in their rollicking sway for fear of tripping up on my own good graces."
Beautiful work scribed here dear sister. It has been too long since our last communication.
Always with LOVE & Blessings ♥
Renee
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ty, my friend. Yes, yes, I have been errant this winter. I appreciate your comments...
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