the morning mist rolls awaybudding blooms & sage leaves swaysummer blends the sky soft griegepainting everything so new:field of violets, vulgar & vicaciousstartled eyes of deers, clear as raindropmeet our city's rust, filling the shadowsof our sadness & grief, time slowsour footprints fade amidst the wortour words mingle with wild flowerswe discovered our peace & backsin the silence of wayward trackswe inhale the growing heat, blessedthat we have found a moment of rest
by Carl Zimmerman, Deer in the Summer Meadow
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Sun, Sand, Storms and Celebrations: Summer Ekphrastic, hosted by Merril D. Smith. Join us when the virtual pub doors open doors open at 3pm EST.
Love the first line....that you included sage and violets, footprints and wildflowers. Use of the words "our" and "we" have me right there. A delightful scene to be included in!
ReplyDeleteNo idea why I'm showing up as anonymous....it's Lillian here :)
ReplyDeleteOh, Grace. This is so beautiful. It filled me with such a sense of peace!
ReplyDeletegorgeous Grace - "blooms & sage leaves sway" I can smell them too
ReplyDeleteSo wonderful... I can really see how much the last line resonates with me... that rest so much needed.
ReplyDeletei can smell the sage and feel the suns warmth as i fall into your poem.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful sunny day here (in Nova Scotia) too and My Beloved Sandra ad I pulled over and stopped (no other vehicles in sight) to watch a small group (herd?) of maybe 10-12 deer cross the empty road from one heavily forested side to the other. One or two of them looked in our direction quizzically as if to say, "What the HELL are You doing way out HERE in nowheresville?
ReplyDeleteNatures seems to be the only reprieve these days. Well done, Grace.
ReplyDeleteSo musical! Full of rhymes and alliteration creating a lovely melody.
ReplyDeleteNice one. Luv all the descriptions of the scenery. "field of violets, vulgar & vicacious"
ReplyDeleteMuch❤love
Loved this.
ReplyDeleteLovely! I love the random rhymes too, like a ramble across a hillside, and unexpected discoveries.
ReplyDeleteI like the contrast of city's rust with the natural world. It feels that way sometimes!
ReplyDeleteI also find a lovely moment of rest here, Grace, among the deer and violets...never thought of them as "vulgar" but fits the excess of shocking purple :D
ReplyDeleteBeautiful evocation of summer - felt wonderful to be steeped in it.
ReplyDeleteOh Grace, this was so peaceful, so serene. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful G
ReplyDeleteLove those vibrant v's and the silence of wayward tracks.
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