Tuesday, July 23, 2019


The dream catcher
hangs on my window,
Midas' touch turning
the cornfield into gold.

Two sunflowers volunteer
their span of time,
heads lift toward
the light shimmering
over sapphire hills.

The honeysuckle races
across the split-railed fence,
a Wind Song fragrance
fills the Brasstown Valley,
Queen Anne's lace spins doilies.

A dozen wild geese
resound over the Groves' farm,
they splash on Hiwassee River,
ripples catch the sunset
like a cathedral window.
             --Brenda Kay Ledford


lil red hen said...

You are so talented in painting word pictures. Loved this poem!

R's Rue said...


Ruth Hiebert said...

Pretty pictures and words.

Connie said...

Beautiful photos and poem, Brenda! You create such lovely images.

Sandi said...


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