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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


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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