Reaching between the red cracked clay
Where the rains passed last wet season
And gave beauty meaning and reason
To be anything but dry because wildflowers were alive
And had eyes that saw everything
And nothing
Parched now waiting once more, for the dry, the drought to break
To come alive in the wet of snowflakes
The embrace of a season new
To hear the laughter on the old tin roof
In the long pause
To hear fresh again
The giggle of the trees
Birds playing hide and seek with the breeze
The water’s edge pressing at the front door
To bring on the wildflowers once more
Their dreamy scents
Sounds
Of colors out beyond eyes reach
Buried between the martyrs of fall
Preserving its innocents until the seasons call
Sit with me awhile
To take it all in
Waiting to be beckoned
To kiss the rain again
The aroma brings a shift in power
As the moon shines on
A Summer of Wildflowers
OTHER DUETS BY SEAN AND ME
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This has been an amazing one to share the experience in writing, Latoya! Love it… Even though it’s Winter here in the southern end of the tropics, Summer is still not too different. (:
WINTER WHERE YOU ARE! OMG, I FEEL BAD FOR YOU, ON THE FLIP SIDE I’M SURE IT’S A BEAUTIFUL SCENE WITH THE WHITE COVERING THE LAND. SEAN I LOVE WRITING WITH YOU IT IS ALWAYS A PLEASURE AND ALWAYS HAS SUCH A LOVELY FLOW. THANK YOU AGAIN (:
No snow here in the tropics, no mountains in the northern half of Australia high enough. It’s 18*C which is 64*F, so not cold at all. Much further south for the snow, somewhere around a thousand miles. Love writing with you too, Latoya, the way our words, and lines mesh, love it… Thanks so much for being you (:
During Summer (the wet season (the dry season now)) here a desert many miles south-west of where I live comes to life with wildflowers when the rains arrive. When I saw the image of the red cracked clay in your previous poem, it reminded me of the Simpson. Not my photo, but this is what it looks like…
Wonderfull word-weaving, I especially liked this part:”To hear the laughter on the old tin roof
In the long pause
To hear fresh again
The giggle of the trees
Birds playing hide and seek with the breeze”- I was there at this moment in my head.
WORD-WEAVING INDEED! I LOVE IT (: I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR THIS GIFT OF WRITING NOT EVERYONE CAN BE SO IMAGISTICALLY EXPRESSIVE AS “WE” ARE. WORDPRESS HAS SOME FANTASTIC WRITERS. I ALWAYS WANTED TO SING BUT, I WONT COMPLAIN BECAUSE I LOVE WRITING (: THANKS FOR COMMENTING LOVE.