As a child savors
her first lollipop
full of wonder
licking her lips
simple joys of nature:
sunflowers pulse on the wind
layers of sapphire mountains
unfurl as a scroll
the wild geese honk in v-shape
marshmallow clouds swirl
through pink lemonade
stars dazzle on black velvet
like a girl tossing glitter
and the Harvest Moon
casting golden coins
on Shewbird Mountain.
           --Brenda Kay Ledford
This poem appeared in:
"West End Poet's Newsletter,"
September/October/November 2018
www.westendpoetsweekend.com
Poetry about the beauty, heritage and history of the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina appear on this blog.
Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
THE POWER OF LOVE
My mother, Blanche, and my daddy, Rondy, when they got married in 1939. Spread love everywhere you go. --Mother Teresa Far from...
 
- 
GRATITUDE This Labor Day, I am grateful for a multitude of God's blessings. The sun rising like lemon drops over the Blue Ridge Moun...
- 
ODE TO THE GOLDENROD Brenda Kay Ledford Each autumn I suffer allergies. I blame it on the goldenrod that dots the fields, mea...
- 
Signs of the season are slipping into our mountains: a scarlet leaf rides the wind and walnuts pop up on trees. A thousand sunflowers nod t...


 
 
 
