Slice of Life Day 19: Cornfield and Cypresses
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.
The sounds and the feelings. Brings me to wanting me time, in Spring. Mark
ReplyDeleteWind ripples wheat...love that part. Also the red-haired god...Just great images and the words flow like the wind. Love this
ReplyDeleteGreat words. Great images. You have created something beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWe used to grow wheat. Your poem brought the golden grains back to me.
ReplyDeleteThe picture reminded me of our lush fields. Thanks for sharing the slice.