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.

[JenniferMarie]

How beautiful. I have always wanted to visit Vienna. You had lovely descriptive scenes that allowed me to journey there. Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

One of the most beautiful city of Europe. I wish to visit her again. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[JenniferMarie]

Of course. Happy to. I could relate to meeting someone in a beautiful country and then having to return home. I hope you are able to see her again. :)

[Susannah Rae]

this is so beautiful. your use of imagery throughout the piece really paints the most vivid of pictures in my mind. Also, it has a really nice rhythm when I read it a lot. All in all a really great, thought-provoking read. =]

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Susannah for reading and the good comment. We need good memories to make us smile when we are old.

[Black Cat Fever]

A very romantic and beautiful story in your poem.
This has a very happy and joyful feeling to it, a wonderful memory.
I enjoyed reading your poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like to travel. Good to meet people who want to enjoy the sites and want to have fun. It is good to be young.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It sounds very lovely; the girl with the flowers in her hair; the city; the shear joy of life and living. The cities of life change, we change. The girls grow older and become mature women with knowing smiles that replace the shy and awkward blush of youth. But the dance and the joy remain. And we should dance; and often, whether there is sunshine or rain. Loved this piece my friend, wonderful write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Fabian. We need long vacations far from home. Allow us to be free and more alive.

[gabrielle]

A beautiful memory of a adventurous and free-spirited woman. Indeed, these are the kind of memories we would want to go back over and over again.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Good to know freedom and laughter. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Alia ZJ.]

This is a beautiful reminiscence. Clara's character is so full of life, it instantly refreshes and uplifts one's spirits. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Some people can make us smile and content just by being near. Thank you for reading and the comment.