Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Olympic Games

Early one August morning,
light ricochets through the poplars;
dewdrops sparkle like diamonds
on blades of grass.

Cotton clouds brush Brasstown Bald,
a rain crow resounds in the woods,
corn shocks pulse on a breeze,
and sunflowers carry the torch.

Squirrels fly like gymnasts,
gather walnuts on the ground.
Joe Pye weeds open fuchsia fans,
goldenrods hug the road banks.

Trout dive in Hiwassee River,
beavers splash like Michael Phelps,
a waterfall rushing 100 meters,
five white-tailed deer finally sprint

over a split-rained fence.
Nature holds summer Olympics
in the Blue Ridge Mountains,
earth wears the gold.
                      --Brenda Kay Ledford

Fall's slipping into the mountains,
moment by moment,
the earth's wearing the gold.


Susie Swanson said...

Wow, I love this one Brenda. It certainly is showing its true colors. Fall is my favorite of all.

lil red hen said...

Splendid comparison, Brenda! The last picture is wonderful! Just look at those mountains!

Connie said...

This is beautifully done, Brenda! I love it. Your images are wonderful.

Betsy Adams said...

Nature gives us the BEST Olympic moments of all---no matter which season..

Great poem.


fabulous prose Brenda...

Your lines:

Nature holds summer Olympics
in the Blue Ridge Mountains,
earth wears the gold.........just downright awesome.

Glenda Beall said...

Love the way your used the Olympics in your poem, Brenda. Your photos are brilliant with color. I am really looking forward to Fall this year.

TexWisGirl said...

perfectly beautiful!

Janet, said...

Summer Olympics in the Blue Ridge Mountains - I like that. Maybe someday they will be held in the Blue Ridge. Love your pictures.

Pam said...

Hello Brenda, what a lovely poem you have written and what gorgeous photos! I am now a follower of your blog. Thank you for visiting my blog and leaving such and kind and sweet comment, it means a lot when people appreciate the things I create! I just love Tipper's blog and the fact that she is so dedicated to preserving Appalachian heritage. My father was born and raised in Unaka and the Copper Creek area (he is now 93 and lives in Florida). I love hearing anything I can about that area. My Aunt and Uncle (now both deceased) owned a restaurant in Murphy for years. I love the area and always have.

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