July
It's the month of sun-kissed,
of thimbleberry, phlox and yarrow,
of bare shoulders and freckles,
screened windows, deep porches,
cool mountain evenings -
of moments branded -
of velvet lips beside my cheek,
daisies braided through mane and tail,
dear face, pale from summer sun,
resting upon my shoulder,
floral stems and leaves dangling
from corners of his mouth -
evenings of bird-song
slipping into twilight's fold,
of stillness, watchfulness, deep breaths.
It's the month of sun-kissed
and longed for never endings.
by Margaret Bednar, July 23, 2018
of stillness, watchfulness, deep breaths.
It's the month of sun-kissed
and longed for never endings.
by Margaret Bednar, July 23, 2018
In participation with "The Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Get Listed - July Edition". I sued the words Leaves, Consider, Sun, Pale.
A short little "in-the-moment" poem. Oberon was so funny the other day, kept giving me kisses with his soft, whiskery nose - totally content to enjoy the fading light and last of the bird-song, cool breeze washing over us.
17 comments:
I LOVE nose-kisses, soft, velvety, from horses. My sister has an especially smoochy one. She is so sweet!
That is one beautiful horse!!💖 This is such an incredibly sweet, tender and heartfelt poem, Margaret.😊
What a charmingly depicted scene.
Ah, the month comes alive in your words. Love the images you conjure here.
-HA
Wonderful lines, Margaret:
'It's the month of sun-kissed,
of thimbleberry, phlox and yarrow,
of bare shoulders and freckles,
screened windows, deep porches,
cool mountain evenings'.
I could do with some cool mountain evenings in this heat!
Hello horsey. I miss your erstwhile pal, the black one. This is a peaceful, lovely poem your human wrote for you. May life be all apples and sugar cubes for you, friend.
Sebastian? I want to say the other horsey's name was Sebastian.
a lovely walk into a moment, a quiet reflection of a day's ending ... a regard to the season, as well as the willyness (is that even a word? nope - oh well) the playfulness, the "puckishness" of the creature who wears black leggings and boots and smiles with those deliciously deep brown eyes; seems to me, it's a perfect way to spend the last hours of the day, in such great company ...
It's the month of sun-kissed
and longed for never endings.
How nice Marge, with all the sunshine and clear weather to whet the appetite!
Hank
This is not at all the summer I am having, but the one I wish I were having. This is such a good reminder though the enjoy that face on my shoulder --- in my case, my little boy's. It can redeem any bad, whether moment or entire season. There is nothing quite like the medicine of a 4-year-old.
Your poem is so beautiful, tender, and evocative. I want to crawl inside it and never come out.
What a wonderful moment... summer can be all of this, I just wish for some rain. I want to be soaked.
Except for the four lines, ending, "stems and leaves dangling," I would normally be thinking of two humans nuzzling down, cooling at the end of a hot July day. It's so pretty, Margaret, even horse and all.
BTW, a beautiful horse, that Oberon.
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It's the month of sun-kissed
and longed for never endings.
How nice it is to be free trotting around on the farm. Month of July is pleasantly timed to move over from the heat of summer to graceful autumn. Yes, very much so Marge!
Hank
Such a beautiful description of glorious summer days...
What a beautiful, sensory expression of a summer day.
A luscious feast of images!
Of "sun-kissed" and smiles, too. I can't stop grinning as I read the poem, the expression on the horse's face still making my own face shine.
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