Poetry about the beauty, heritage and history of the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina appear on this blog.
Tuesday, July 23, 2019
Dreams
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
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5 comments:
You are so talented in painting word pictures. Loved this poem!
Beautiful.
Pretty pictures and words.
Beautiful photos and poem, Brenda! You create such lovely images.
Beautiful!!
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