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.

[prodicallife]

Dear Coyote,

Boomerraannngggggggg!!!!

You caught me till last.

I felt like a little lad, whose hand is held firm and he walks the direction irrespective of where and why and also with whom.

I got so much indulged with the innocence and the beauty of the poetry that, I almost forgot I am sitting in my chair at office and have a hell lot work to do.

I was exhausted with the work so decided to read something to get relaxed and I am glad, I made a perfect decision that I read this poetry.

What a beautiful well tuned love that is, people are often not very sure what exactly love is, and will never be because, it is just the matter of an instance that make a person feel he/she is in love.

I am mesmerized, touched, happy, enthusiastic, relaxed etc. after reading this work of yours.

Although I am taking too long to convey my words it is all because, meanwhile I was into the read, you can imagine how deeply I was associated with you all through the time you were traveling with your love.

Keep writing great Coyote.

Thanks for sharing this gem work.

Stay blessed.

Prodical

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[prodicallife]

You are welcome Coyote.

Stay blessed

Regards
Prodicallife

[Clara]

A nostalgic and romantic write, Coyote.
There are many reasons why I enjoyed reading this. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Pryde Foltz]

Love can lead us to brightness and sometimes
to the vulgarity of disappointment.

I do hope this is a true telling … what a wonderful tale.

[Coyote Poetry]

It was. Travelers are the best companions. Just needing some laughter and some fun. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Joyce S. Greene]

Very beautiful, Coyote. What could be better than to be young in Vienna with a dancing girl with flowers in her hair!

[Coyote Poetry]

Always good to be able to travel and meet new people. I enjoyed the youth hostels of Europe. Always could find people willing to roam with. Especially in the beautiful city of Vienna. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Lyn Anderson]

This is a beautiful verse, filled with longing, a sense of wonder, and nostalgia. It evokes powerful images and is a sweet emotional ride.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. Good to return to the good days of youth.

[Sara S.]

I really enjoy this sweet, love story. My favorite part was your answer to the the girl with the flowers in her hair, " "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." ". ☺

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sara for reading and the comment. I stop by your site. I will read some of your work in two days. I'm on my 55 hours in four days schedule.

[Sara S.]

I would love and appreciate that! Thank you so much! :)

[BubblingMe]

I love it, this song reminds me of The Lumineers!

[Mark]

So very sweet and in the moment. You always put so much heart into your work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mark. We need the good memories. Allow us to know we have loved and had some fun.

[Quill~]

You share your poetry and love in the most romantic way, what woman wouldn't fall head over heels in love?
Beautiful poem!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the kind words. Sometime laughter and the chance to dance is enough. Love take time.

[Quill~]

:) very true. You are welcome.

[MsJewel]

Can I say I love this? I love this!!!! So soft and romantic, you took me to a place of beauty, I could taste the wine, I could feel the rain and I wanted to dance too! My favorite verse:
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
This verse just touches my heart - it so sweet....
I have found my favorite poem by you!

:) Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the comment. I like to roam back in time. The beautiful European cities were beautiful and fun to roam in. I spend three years stationed in Central Germany. I was 3-4 hours from 5 countries.