Poetry / Uncategorized

Landscape

As the sun’s rays

lay lilting

like strands of fine honey

coloring this land

luscious in the prime of spring.

Her mind travels through

the crossbows of dreams

and tangles in time

when limbs were strong

eyes were sharp

and streams danced

through the land

full of harvest and promise.

A rock house

rises in the horizon

center field surrounded

by golden corn

sharing seasons

with milky white cotton.

Far off, flinging down

cotton sacks

cotton in the road

cotton spilling off trailers

way down yonder….

She wore curls

with her cotton dress

looked out over acres

of prime farmland

before she knew the world was hard.

How age drowns

in the vaults of time

dreams skip in unison

like a warm, soaking rain

wrapped in quilts

and memories.

A cedar chest

closed tightly upon

tiny trinkets of loss

the price of toil,

the measure of endurance.

Turning hither,

she seeks the woods

where the girl with

apple blossom hair ran

and the boundaries to heaven

are blurred,

the crossings melt outward

broken bones no more,

she runs again

spirited, strong

and the seasons of crops

and the harvests of times

speak to apple moons

risen from the ages

an old lullaby humming

an opulent peace expands

from the landscape of life.

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31 thoughts on “Landscape

  1. What a beautiful remembrance and tribute! I love the strands of fine honey, the time before she knew the world was hard, the cedar chest holding tiny trinkets of loss, the blurred boundaries of heaven, the expansion of an opulent peace. I’m wowed by this, Lana. Love and prayers to you and your mom. 🙂

  2. Ah, Lana, you know I can relate to this lovely piece of writing! So many delicious lines here. I pray for comfort and peace — both for you and your mom. We writers are fortunate, you know — at least we have a ready outlet to process our feelings. Pity those who don’t.

  3. Lana, this exceptional and written with such a soft loving touch…I started to save a few lines here and there but there are so may exquisite ones.

    The final lines are full of poignancy and finality

    ‘an old lullaby humming

    an opulent peace expands

    from the landscape of life.’

    Lana, my heart goes out to you at this time…❤️

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