Grace@ Everyday Amazing
Not half-baked crumbs but bird seeds
scattered by squirrels & robins
Rain trails soaking ground
green & lush
Once more, earth is red
wine as pink-blushed faces appear
We own the wild fields & all
the mornings
misty & pale
Or golden as russet trees
I hear their rowdy chatter, tumult
of awakening, tea-leaves
I pour on small cups to welcome them
Heat arrives in waves
The blossoming is profuse, a murmuring
We run in meadows
barefoot
& the afternoon
sparkles warm as honey
My belly is filled with oats & butter-
flies, I am lifted,
carefree lass
straining to flower's every word
before the dying
sun
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Play It Again & Kerry's Pathetic Fallacy
and Poets United - Happy weekend ~
Sundays are supposed to feel like that in most places Grace, enjoy the day!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Sunday here Mark, thanks ~
Deletei am all about barefeet....walked barefoot in the grass the other day just to feel the grass in my toes...and too bad we can not stay carefree until death...
ReplyDeleteWe have a beautiful carpet of grass all around, so nice to feel the green against the feet ~
DeleteThis is such a joyful poem, Grace. Love the green and lushness of the ground. We have waited a long time for green. And yes, running barefoot. I am a barefoot person as well..in summer! Happy Sunday, Grace.
ReplyDeleteEveryone here is on a spring fever, as its been a long time coming ~ Thanks Mary ~
DeleteSuch a beautiful poem Grace. I have fond memories of running barefoot as a child on warm summer days. Got quite a few splinters that way :)
ReplyDeleteOuch Keith ~ Our playground here is full of running children now ~
DeleteWonderful picture.
ReplyDeleteZQ
The music of the fields--lovely. I am back in upstate New York so also feel especially your words re spring/summer's arrival. K.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Grace! I can feel the warm spring through your words. Your spring sounds like a joyous feast.
ReplyDeleteVery nice description feels as if I am in the lap of nature:)
ReplyDeleteA nice spring day indeed at play, but walking in the grass barefoot, eww, never know what animal went there at your zoo lol
ReplyDeleteRunning and cavorting through those wonderful fields, after a Sunday breakfast - much better than sitting on the train to work :-)
ReplyDeleteNow after coming home - sitting on the balcony it's just the way I feel.. If it wasn't for yet another lawnmover.
ReplyDeleteI love that part that goes, "My belly is filled with oats and butter-flies." Clever.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely sunday Grace and enjoy your spring!
ReplyDelete♡♥
This poem creates a wonderful sense of freedom and possibility in the reader. I especially like the parts in italics.
ReplyDeleteoh i so LOVE this "tumult of awakening" that's expressed in all the words you've written...
ReplyDeleteoats & butter-
ReplyDeleteflies and barefoot on a spring meadow... can life get any better.. such a joyful dancing feel to this... was a beautiful warm day over here as well
This is my favorite line: "We own the wild fields & all" ... Great line break here and also after "butter."
ReplyDeleteNo better feeling than running barefoot..the weather is wonderful here today and I think I will take my shoes off and feel the grass..Have a glorious Sunday.
ReplyDeleteI love afternoons that sparkle like honey. This poem made me happy. :0) Thank you. Following. :0)
ReplyDeleteHow I love "My belly is filled with oats & butter-
ReplyDeleteflies, I am lifted,". Wonderful writing, Grace.
Hiya Grace, feels like a while since I've been here and I come away refreshed - wonderfully sensual writing - thank you... With Best Wishes Scott
ReplyDeleteOh the joys of being a wildflower ! I used to think of being a deer back in my running days. Carefree and quick, I loved to run in the rain.
ReplyDeleteThe pictures? Lately I have been posting via an iPad and it doesn't do pictures good. My 'dirt farmer' post forced my to use my laptop. (My older daughter gets after me when there aren't pictures. The fields are some I took last week while in Wales. I took the others Friday at Borough Market here in London.)
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What a beautiful picture of summer. I would love to be filled with oats and butterflies. Reading this made me happy.
ReplyDeleteOh, utter delight to overhear happy flowers bragging and to find it as natural as the day is long. Have a great week and thank you for this gem.
ReplyDeletethat is quite the final turn, Grace, taking us from the living, to what lies beyond.
ReplyDeleteHappy week ~
So lovely! Made me smile! :-)
ReplyDeleteloved the freedom in this... the italic lines gave a new punch to your work
ReplyDeleteThis is so bright and full of hope. I needed it today. Thank you
ReplyDeleteI love to check on my flowers, often am surprised when a long awaited one blooms - so happy! and then they slowly fade, but I still appreciate them (that's when b&w photography comes in handy:) Beautiful poem, I like the italicized stanzas very much - the fact you gave them a voice!
ReplyDeleteDear Grace
ReplyDeleteA very great summer poem
Especially I liked "My belly is filled with oats & butter-
flies, I am lifted, "!
Have a great and creative time.
Jette Majken