Her eyes have squinted tracks on sunlight
more years than first glance would show;
a smile flushes out a flock of stars
from a temple with priests of lightning and rain.
She dreams with the maidens of poppies,
but still walks with children of cloth and steel.
It won’t be long before tears make mud of earth,
and her harvest filtered through clouds and light.
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13 comments:
it's that time of year
and getting to us all in different ways
i wish mine had been as beautiful as this
cheers
Oh my...outstanding Pat - in every way! Something to be read many times.
Winter is inevetible and only some do it well. It is a good and caring picture. As Janice said, it is worth many readings.
Lovely imagery!
Pat: This is really good. I like these lines especially: "She dreams with the maidens of poppies,
but still walks with children of cloth and steel."
this is beautiful!
"She dreams with the maidens of poppies,
but still walks with children of cloth and steel."
Tangible paralleled with the intangible?
Stunning!!! I keep reading and rereading this... so lovely!
that's beautiful... what a beautiful metaphor--a woman aging gracefully, a season surrendering to time.
It's getting cooler up here--we're suppose to have a few mornings this week in the 40s.
i love this one!
NINA
wow!
beautiful description
I love the flock of stars it's such an unusual image - a beautiful poem
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