posting poetic prose
20 May 2015 6 Comments
Tags: child, corn, dandelion, face, gold
what could be sweeter
ripe golden ears of corn or
child’s buttery face?
walking through ditch grass
sun smiles on up-turned faces
cup of soothing tea
facing toward open curtains
golden warmth of sun.
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May 24, 2015 @ 06:40:18
All sounds great! I spent a fair amount of time in Iowa as a child and remember that golden light. Thanks. K.
May 24, 2015 @ 08:14:36
Thanks for your comment, K! Glad you have golden memories of Iowa.
May 22, 2015 @ 21:05:51
This warms me on so many levels, Lynn! What a beautiful poem and sweet child!! Thank you so much for this link! 🙂
May 23, 2015 @ 09:35:01
You are welcome, Hannah!
May 21, 2015 @ 20:14:43
I love your poems Lynn… so easy to picture. You’ve motivated me to write one myself sometime soon; probably not haiku though. Diane
May 22, 2015 @ 03:53:51
Your words are an encouragement to me! Thanks for the kind compliment 🙂
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