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Daily Haiku – Wednesday August 16, 2023
Tag: fields
Fields of Gold
Fields of Gold
Golden fields of wheat blowing in summer breeze Reminiscent of her wayward, flaxen hair The color of the sun and bees’ honey Her hands would pull it back and tie with a satin ribbon Her eyes blue like the sky and freckled sun-kissed face The picture of summer A time of growth and abundance Until the wheat harvest and fields lay bare Fall would come and take her with the warmth Leaving an emptiness Cold and bare A time to mourn her absence but she would return She always did When the days grew long again and the wheat would wave once more Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © Grace at D’Verse Poets has a guest tonight, Rosemarie Gonzales from A Reading Writer. She shared some beautiful Pablo Neruda poetry with us and prompted us with the word “Wheat” Photo by Warren Wong on Unsplash
Autumn – Poem of the Month – October 2018
Autumn
Acorns crunching under feet
Squirrels making a hasty retreat
Leaves of different colors fallen
This is now the season of Autumn
Humidity has finally left the air
The sun lies lower with less of a glare
A crispness now freshens the landscape
Summer has finally found her escape
Flower petals dying out on stems
Fall winds will perform the cleanse
Miles of fields recently mowed
Lined with hay rolls of colored gold
Illuminating the glorious landscape
Nature beginning to take shape
Sheaves of wheat standing propped
Not a sign of any left uncropped
A panoply of pumpkins hauled to a patch
Happy children hoping to catch
the biggest they can find
For a Jack-o-Lantern to be designed
Halloween approaching in a matter of weeks
Costume considerations and rosy cheeks
Trick or treats
Lots of sweets
Bottles of cider from apple orchards
Do clocks go back or forwards?
Thanksgiving turkey and sweet potato pie
Family visits and stomachs to satisfy
Obsequious children asking for cookies
Negotiating the odds like a bunch of bookies
Football games on television
When do we eat? Such indecision
Remembering what we are thankful for
Never forgetting those who went before
Dedications and gratitude
Private moments of solitude
A season of harvest and plenty to share
Someone is hungry in the world out there
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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