Warm breath of wind,
floating poppy heads bow
silently embracing persimmon summer.
Somewhere behind the low hum
of a tractor turning fertile soil- ripe
for seeds of autumn harvest.
Clouds form above,
coagulating white mass
threatening a shower.
Here I question
how many feet like mine have walked this hill
in search for solace?
And found
only a moment.
Lovely Shan….this beautiful poem really resonated for me…my kind of poetry :) xx
Thanks Lou, that’s weird lol I just read your short and thought I got to write a short soon hahaa freaky! Love ya lady!
Love you too, honey! :)
So tight, yet emotionally and visually detailed, song bird! And the ending is “killer!” I’m loving this! :) xox
I have a thing about sinchers and last lines! Thanks Joe x
Poignant write, Shan, with some wonderful imagery. And a poem that almost if not everyone should be able to connect to. Love it! :)
Such great images, I could picture myself standing on that hill, looking at that view ‘behind the low hum of a tractor’ yes, I have searched for solace and found a moment or two like this. Lovely :)
Gorgeous lively imagery