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| Wheat Field with Rising Sun, Vincent Van Gogh, 1889 |
A too big sky
Is fine for winter
All that wide open
Pale and watery light.
But summer calls for
A narrow valley or
Perhaps an ancient tree
Where my back
Fits just so.
I look to the mountains
See that deep balm?
The summer sky
Will never find
Me there.
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I'll settle for a supporting tree, too! A nice little tribute to the prompt!
ReplyDeleteI'd like to join you at that spot. Is the tree big enough for the two of us if we're sitting back to back?
ReplyDelete"Pale and watery light." What a perfect description.
ReplyDeleteYou are right on target! I loved this one.
ReplyDeleteLove it - to go where the summer sun will never find you. I'm with you!
ReplyDeletei wanna go find a tree to fit my back...smiles.
ReplyDeleteYou've set me to daydreaming. We could all use a shady tree this time of year.
ReplyDeletegood one.
ReplyDeleteBe nice to avoid the summer sun at times, well stated.
ReplyDeleteDear Bug
ReplyDeleteYeah for shade
This was a super poem
and yes, you do need to get to a beach pretty soon!
Great summer poem. I feel that tree against my back. I feel myself nodding off.
ReplyDeleteI love the first stanza! Such a peaceful poem, beautiful
ReplyDeleteLovely and mysterious.
ReplyDeleteyes the balance of light
ReplyDeleteand the sanctuary of trees
Bug, this is beautiful!!!!
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