Slice of Life Day 19: Cornfield and Cypresses

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Image result for cornfield and cypresses van gogh

Wind ripples wheat into
golden brown whipping cream;
stalks bend and sway in the summer sun
for the worship of his artistry.

Sky kisses the cedars and swirls
into the face of
a red-haired god enthroned
(for purple mountain's majesty).

Throwing his ear toward the heavens,
He laughs as the rain starts to fall.

Comments

  1. LevineLiteracyMarch 19, 2018 at 3:46 PM

    The sounds and the feelings. Brings me to wanting me time, in Spring. Mark

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  2. Deb DayMarch 19, 2018 at 5:53 PM

    Wind ripples wheat...love that part. Also the red-haired god...Just great images and the words flow like the wind. Love this

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  3. Karen SzymusiakMarch 19, 2018 at 5:56 PM

    Great words. Great images. You have created something beautiful.

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  4. UnknownMarch 19, 2018 at 5:58 PM

    Simply beautiful!

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  5. Mrs. Trivedi-ZiembaMarch 19, 2018 at 6:45 PM

    We used to grow wheat. Your poem brought the golden grains back to me.

    The picture reminded me of our lush fields. Thanks for sharing the slice.

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