Golden Rod Sunrise

Free Verse

The artist used the Golden Rods

As a paintbrush

Swept across the sky

Painted yellow sunshine

Bright against the natural eye

 

Then the artist used Cornflowers

Filled in all the empty space

This gracious sky he decorated

On this my fall day

 

But much earlier this morn

The poor country bride

Swept across the dale

Right before my eyes

Dressed in her gray muslin gown

 

Adorned in her bridal veil

Dragging her gray shawl

Against the red clay ground

Running up the hill

On across the swift running creek

 

Her sad laughter very shrill

As she danced and skipped

To the most unusual music beat

 

She had married the artist

Who painted all the gray away

Even the gray fog of the morning

With the Golden Rods today

Reviews

[Ruth]

Oooohhh yeeehhhh - great poem! I LOVE this love! I think this would so cool spoken! The flow would be amazing and the imagery enhanced even more! Wonderful work!
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