As the sun’s rays
lay lilting
like strands of fine honey
coloring this land
luscious in the prime of spring.
Her mind travels through
the crossbows of dreams
and tangles in time
when limbs were strong
eyes were sharp
and streams danced
through the land
full of harvest and promise.
A rock house
rises in the horizon
center field surrounded
by golden corn
sharing seasons
with milky white cotton.
Far off, flinging down
cotton sacks
cotton in the road
cotton spilling off trailers
way down yonder….
She wore curls
with her cotton dress
looked out over acres
of prime farmland
before she knew the world was hard.
How age drowns
in the vaults of time
dreams skip in unison
like a warm, soaking rain
wrapped in quilts
and memories.
A cedar chest
closed tightly upon
tiny trinkets of loss
the price of toil,
the measure of endurance.
Turning hither,
she seeks the woods
where the girl with
apple blossom hair ran
and the boundaries to heaven
are blurred,
the crossings melt outward
broken bones no more,
she runs again
spirited, strong
and the seasons of crops
and the harvests of times
speak to apple moons
risen from the ages
an old lullaby humming
an opulent peace expands
from the landscape of life.
Lovely, L.T.
Thank you, Holly.
my pleasure always <3
Good one Lt.
Thank you so much!
Beautiful!
Thank you, Sofia. My mother is passing and I’m working through my grief.
😊My dad passed last year and I am still aching! Be strong!
I understand. Blessings, xoxo
Ah! I just read the comment before and now understand…….. Your poem read by Michael Gambon would sound as beautiful as the Yeats, for it has the same sense of a farewell! xo
Thank you so much, Pauline. I love Yeats, he is one my favorite poets. I’ve listenend to that one a lot lately. Your kind words mean a great deal to me. xo
Beautifully written!
Thanks Marissa!
What a beautiful remembrance and tribute! I love the strands of fine honey, the time before she knew the world was hard, the cedar chest holding tiny trinkets of loss, the blurred boundaries of heaven, the expansion of an opulent peace. I’m wowed by this, Lana. Love and prayers to you and your mom. 🙂
Thank you so much, Joan. The past few months have been difficult, I have written as a way to cope. Thanks also for your love and prayers. xo
So many lovely lines in here, Lana. “The girl with apple blossom hair.” The whole thing is wonderful.
Thank you, Diana. xo
A beautiful heartfelt poem. Much love Lana.
Thank you, Iris. Much love back to you…
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Many Thanks John…
Many you are very graciously welcomes.
Ah, Lana, you know I can relate to this lovely piece of writing! So many delicious lines here. I pray for comfort and peace — both for you and your mom. We writers are fortunate, you know — at least we have a ready outlet to process our feelings. Pity those who don’t.
Thank you, Debbie. Yes, as writers we have a therapeutic way to channel these feelings and this sadness. I appreciate your prayers. xo
Magnificent! And Sir Michael Gambon is just great! 🙂
Oh yes he is! Yeats’ poetry, sigh. One of my favorite poets. Thanks, Sarah.
Mine as well! 🙂
Really beautiful, L. T. Love this one.
Thank you, D.D.
Lana, this exceptional and written with such a soft loving touch…I started to save a few lines here and there but there are so may exquisite ones.
The final lines are full of poignancy and finality
‘an old lullaby humming
an opulent peace expands
from the landscape of life.’
Lana, my heart goes out to you at this time…❤️
Thank you, Annika. It has been a difficult few months. Things are not always easy to accept, but it is a journey we all take. Much love to you, xo.