Poem #74
A Lady red – amid the Hill
Her annual secret keeps!
A Lady white, within the Field
In placid Lily sleeps!
The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms
Sweep vale – and hill – and tree!
Prithee, My pretty Housewives!
Who may expected be?
The Neighbors do not yet suspect!
The Woods exchange a smile!
Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird –
In such a little while!
And yet, how still the Landscape stands!
How nonchalant the Hedge!
As if the Resurrection”
Were nothing very strange!
My Description
The image of the river I shared with you on my last post is the back drop for this one. As I meditate on this poem and explore the camp grounds, I happen upon many beauties that relate. On the other side of the camp grounds was a corn field, my “Orchard”, walking down the path of the corn field I see the “Buttercups”, further down the white flowers, my “Lady white”. I will share with you one secret, the only image that is not a part of the camp grounds, are the petunias (an annual) which I planted in a flower basket on my balcony. The petunias represent “Her annual secret keeps!”
As I arrange these different flower images on my piece, I am reminded of arranging flowers in a vase to decorate the table for my expected guest, “Prithee, My pretty Housewives! Who may expected be?”
After cleaning up all the chaotic mess the house feels still and peaceful as a river landscape on a summer day. These are everyday occurrences in the midst of a resurrected corn crop.