Sunlight’s glow and the sudden wind gust
Sunlight’s glow and the sudden wind gust
do not slow me down
tho I am blinded as I walk.
Cardinals fight more than forage
on the muddy creek bank. The wind whistles,
following the lay of the land,
without leaving tracks as I do.
Memory of a Covid-19 death makes me frown.
I will call my friend, just to talk,
and then I will place words on a page
to stand tall like thistles,
protected by needles, at home on arid land.
The words I write survive drought and heavy dew
and bloom like purple weeds come August.
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Ah those purple weeds that tell us the sweet days of summer are about over. I always dread to see them, but I don’t dread getting to read your terrific poetry.
This really captures the feel of this strange quarantine summer for me. Beautifully written. Thank you.
I suppose this poem found me, captured me, too, Jasmine. Thanks for reading and commenting. Encouragement is never wasted…
Love these lines:
and then I will place words on a page
to stand tall like thistles,