A
mason
jar
is crammed
with ev'ry
fragrance
and
hue of
summer I
gather in my
blue apron
out-stretched
as
the sky
over the
sun-drenched
fields
I walk
through.
Living in a big city this makes me ache with longing for those 'sun drenched fields'. A lovely and gentle pastoral scene with the accompanying bliss portrayed so well.
Seems like an informal style of poetry, but nice to read and ponder on... Regards Naseer
'Her lap filling with ev'ry hue and scent' Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think I've commented on this one on another site...It still leaves me with the pleasurable feeling of having shared this walk and smelled these smells. Very well written. I like the sense of ambling your words produced so well.