Kate Barnwell - Poetry kate barnwell poetry

In Fields

 

Pass me a ribboned rosebud from its bed

And lazily lie each velvet petal

To relish as a crown around her head.

Let pollen's feverish senses settle.

Upon her crimson cheeks and fingertips

Rustles the dizzy hay and buttery corn;

In brushing her face, they may taste her lips

I'm caught by the sun's hazy hour; reborn.

 

Little stirs but time's distant cuckoo cry

So silence speaks, the more intense the scene

As flowers gave their bodies, so shall I

And live and breathe entirely for love's dream.

 

Through the green cuts of grass, fringed in sky blue

Valleys and beetles heard how I loved you.

 

 

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from I POEMS

Ever Truly Yours