Collage by Margaret Bednar (click to enlarge)
Moments were fleeced today as I lingered, mid-summer,
inhaled Mother's roses, marigolds, daffodils;
hummingbirds and bees flitting between foxgloves and tree.
Felt horses' hooves pound the earth, heads and tails held high,
galloping their way toward pasture gate,
scattering squawking blackbirds, bewildered.
Heard lawnmower grumble, overgrown weeds beheaded
beneath tree-top fort, while chickens purred and pecked
their way upon the lawn.
Saw billowing linens carefully pinned
framing stately sweep of field bowing low at river's edge;
railroad tracks a musical staff, fading into horizon's haze.
Wild red clover swayed like nymphs cavorting
within hayfield's embrace, plucked;
sweetly gentle upon my tongue.
Pasted behind closed eyes
this serenade of summers past resides,
a bit yellowed; only minutes lost,
a season of yesteryear gained.
by Margaret Bednar, January 21, 2023
Playing along with "Shay's Word Garden Word List - William Wordsworth" I used 8 out of 20 words: bewildered, blackbird, fleece, foxglove, hoof, overgrown, stately, and yellow. Also playing along with "Poets and Storytellers United - Friday Writings #60" AND "Girlie On The Edge's Six Sentence Story - Paste"
I'm off to a dinner date and will be back Sunday morning to read, visit, and comment. FYI - I have a bit of trouble at times getting my comments through to some of you who have WordPress. Please know I read almost everyone in these challenges.