Bluebonnets and Prairie-Fire

A day without sunshine is like, you know, the night. ~ Steve Martin

You are planted far away in fields of bonnets blue

with Indian blankets and prairie-fires bursting through.

You paint the world as though it shines livelier than light

with rays of sun and auroral hues flaming ever bright.

Dawning days and endless waves come flowing from your pen.

I think the muse has found a home within your demesne.

Your gentle heart, its happy beat, offers grace and love,

a cosmic drink, a steady blink of starlight above.

I envy you for the smiles, for all the shine you keep.

The moonlight kisses you throughout the night as you sleep.

Morning rises with you, blooming daylight in your eyes.

Tenderly you unfold open fields and open skies.

Your poetry is a spark, a gentle nudge of flame.

To burn it down or never know it would be a shame.

Your inner fire, your heart’s desire, becomes such a glow,

a gleaming pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Like wildflower impressions, your poems are so sweet,

petals blowing in the wind to nestle at my feet.

Bluebonnets and prairie-fire and blankets to the moon.

A gray mockingbird is singing its fly-away tune.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Linda; first I listened to the soft piano music and almost fell into a trance. then I read your words and they made a deep impression on me; like a painting, the images, the colors, the tone, the softness, fit in perfectly..." rays of sun and aural hues".....starlight, moonlight, so dreamy; wildflowers scented like your spirit...."daylight in your eyes" a very sentimental, yet lit up piece.... Excellent
Best, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I know some poets on this site this poem identifies...you, being one of them.
I am so envious of the amazing descriptions you paint with your words.
And the quote from Steve Martin....I have just loved his humor for so many years...He is one wild and crazy guy. And he never seems to age...speaking of what you showed us here....My folks lived in Sweden for a few years...very little daylight there...that would be dreary.

j.

[J.P.]

Absolutely lovely absolutely lovely

[John the Baptist]

Yes, the sunshine is all of the things described in this poem of many images. It is no wonder that depression is more prevalent in countries that have long winters and brief summers.

[willweb]

That was beautiful and touches my heart deeply. Being from Texas, the bluebonnets hold a special meaning to me. But your poem is prettier than any wildflower that blooms. You have such a way with words, a gentle touch and a wonderful feeling always flows from the page. A mesmerizing poem my friend. The music was soft and wonderful as well and a great compliment to your piece.