The Matron
A flush not demure
but forthcoming
anticipates perhaps not youth
but no less adventure.
Spring and Summer
shyly, perhaps coyly,
wear sheer, billowing skirts,
laugh gloriously and foolishly,
the sound delightful,
but Autumn
cloaks herself in wool,
red cheeks, and experience.
Harvests gathered,
rewards reaped,
she sighs, shakes out apron,
loosens hair
for a moment a child,
carefree. Just one spin
before auburn tresses once again
become silvered and gray,
eyes reflecting sky,
heart's abundance,
and oncoming clouds,
all without a hint of subterfuge.
by Margaret Bednar, November 9, 2018
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Kerry Say's - How Does the Story End?" It is important for this prompt to have a STRONG ending line.
shyly, perhaps coyly,
wear sheer, billowing skirts,
laugh gloriously and foolishly,
the sound delightful,
but Autumn
cloaks herself in wool,
red cheeks, and experience.
Harvests gathered,
rewards reaped,
she sighs, shakes out apron,
loosens hair
for a moment a child,
carefree. Just one spin
before auburn tresses once again
become silvered and gray,
eyes reflecting sky,
heart's abundance,
and oncoming clouds,
all without a hint of subterfuge.
by Margaret Bednar, November 9, 2018
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Kerry Say's - How Does the Story End?" It is important for this prompt to have a STRONG ending line.
I am also sharing this with "Poets and Storytellers United - Writers' Pantry # 92".
