Barefoot with a cool breeze,
Indian-summer kissed my shoulders
and my pony's rump. It meant
reclaiming farmers' fields
shorn and stripped of summer's glory.
A golden-green canvas yawned
beneath our slow-rhythm tread,
and unlike spring's bursting frenzy
release was reflective, a weekend's respite
from school uniforms and social status -
where tears couldn't be seen,
voice raised in song, not heard,
and my wish to stay a child, sheltered.
It never lasted long, but sufficed
as the temporary fortification I needed
by Margaret Bednar, September 14, 2014
Middle school and high school were not easy for me. I was very shy and a slow-bloomer. Thank goodness I overcame shyness as it is quite a crutch and some who know me know might wish for a quieter me. :)
This is for "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Sunday Mini-Challenge: September Sky".