by Shanyn Silinski
you are my field of green
as i sit on my old rusty truck
cradling my coffee cup as
yellow sun rises slowly over the hill
i hear your song as the wind
lifts my hair, brushing it with wheat and corn
leaves in the burrow, frazzled brown,
peer at my weathered cowboy boots
silk and tassel wave in the breeze,
harvest crop, like warm fresh bread,
fills my nostrils and tingles pale cheeks
as i drive back to the city lanes,
your pungent soil clings to my knees,
your lush blades feather my face,
your dew moistening my dry lips
in my belly, your seeds splay and swell,
bursting of spring, i feel abundance,
a field of green, framing the prairie sky*
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads : Photography by Shanyn Silinski * who blogs at Sunflower Shan and Mystic Mom.
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