She wore flowers in her hair.

Good memories get better with time.

                       She wore flowers in her hair

I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life.
I decide a trip was needed.
I was told in Vienna.
The wine was sweet and the city was beautiful.

The bus picked me up in Stuttgart at 7am.
It was a four hour drive to the city of Vienna.
A young girl sat with me.
She offered me her hand. She told me her name was Clara.
A colonel daughter looking for a adventure.
I told I was Johnnie and wanted to see the old city and drink some good wine.

She smiled and with a reassuring smile. Told me.
"This is good, been a long time since I raised cane and had some fun."
She took my poetry book and begin to read.

My words were not private.
I like her. She took her shoes off. Sweeping her bare feet back and fore.
Her eyes read my words without stopping for a hour.

The drizzling rain was falling.
The Spring days were rainy in Germany.
The warm days of Spring have not appeared yet.

She gave me the journal back. She asked me. "You said love is barren and cold in the poetry.
Is love for the kind in heart?"

I wrapped my arm around her. She smiled and came closer. I told her.
"Many kind of wars and same kinds of war. Love can lead us to brightness and sometimes
to the vulgarity of disappointment. We need to enjoy the bosom of love when love is near  and
tried not to weep when love leave us empty and sad."

She fell asleep with her face in my chest. She had a flesh flower in her hair. The spring
flowers were alive and strong. I smell the flowers and I was thankful for the good company.

We arrived in Vienna. It was more beautiful than we could had known. We had till 10pm to enjoy
the city and the wine. We ate lunch and tried all the sweet red wine on the menu.  She was feeling
content and I enjoyed her laughter. We wandered the  old city and enjoy the ancient places.

We found a park. Vienna had a festival going. Live music in the park. Sweet Clara took off her shoes and
danced to the music. Her long brown hair flowing in the wind. I watched her danced and wrote a poem.

                    Beautiful young girl danced in the spring rain.
                    She had flowers in her hair.
                    Her long spring dress flowing in the gentle breeze.
                    Her beauty was for the ages and for lucky enough to see.
                    I rose up and dance with the beautiful girl with flowers in her hair.

She sat with me. Read the poem. She smiled and told me. You made a promise to dance with
the girl with the flowers in her hair. She brought me up and we danced.

Long since I have seen Vienna. In sweet dreams. I dance still with the beautiful girl with
the flowers in her hair.
                                    Coyote

Author's Note

A new poem. Enjoy.

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

Eureka ! I had to read this over and over in order to find the words within myself that best explains why I loved this so much and then how to say it.
When I realized I wasn't comfortable sharing what I felt it was then I hit that Eureka moment.

I loved it because your wrote it from your heart and that gave it "the life", that life ,was that tender love that you are. It came thru, I felt it, I quickly became comfortable and the way you treated her and things you said allowed me to be comfortable to feel like I was that girl with the flowers in her hair.
I felt all the love and protection she had received.
While reading this poem I was completely loved by someone so thoughtful and kind.I felt the dance.
I felt the eyes on me as if I was the innocence of youth being adored and treated so delicately.

Thank You for writing this. Thank you for being you and giving me this dance.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kate. I appreciate the kind words. Writing allowed us to write about the good and the bad days. This was a good day.

[Ahena MK]

There Is something wrong in you.... How do you manage to write such wonderful poems... You rock !!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Just old age and memories.

[Louvegrise14]

Beautiful; the way you manipulate words is impressive. Such a sweet story, something I'd read over and over again.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the kind words. I do appreciate.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Such a beautiful piece, my friend. You have turned the dial to exactly the right position when it comes to delicate and sublime emotion. I find that you have a knack for taking and idea and molding it into something that is both accessible and sublime at the same time. I especially like the opening of this one; the imagery is fantastic. Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Girl Friday. I did a lot of traveling once. I read the old journals and rebirth a story or two.

[Kaylie]

I lost myself in how beautifully this was written... Well done

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kaylie. I appreciate you reading and the comment.

[s y e]

You are totally right Coyote, memories do get better with time and this poem shows that. The imagery and flow = perfection and the wording, I loved it all.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Good to travel when you are young. The strength of youth and new places make us fearless and brave.

[Raymond Federle]

A most enjoyable read. Well done. I find myself lost in the story.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Best stories are the good memories.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

You always amaze me with such frank and honest emotion, it becomes a clear and precise message to the reader, well done, good read.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Thomas. You are always kind and generous with your words. I do appreciate.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

your welcome.

[NightHeartBattles]

I love this poem. It's beautiful, and very, very well written. Well done on a brilliant piece of work!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the good comment. Good memories become better with time.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You are the most Romantic poet, my friend...
I am always swept away in the beautiful journey you depict...
You have truly lived in the moment...to experience the taste of poetry is like drinking the wine of life...
A lovely write!~xoxo~

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Robbie. I'm lucky. I was station in Germany in Germany in 1976-1980. Good to be young in Europe. Best people are fellow travelers. They want to have some fun.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

You are a true poet... the poetic heart is always in flight...soaring high to beautiful places...xx