In a Field of Flowers

At dusk’s glowy light
as the moon began to rise
and the summer sun slowly sank gracefully into the horizon
I rode an old but sturdy bicycle
to a field of flowers
A dream this was in my mind
many a time
And I stopped for a moment to let it in
to feel the breeze on my face
and watch the white daisies sway
Could I live here forever
I calmly asked myself
Could I bask in country’s earthen simplicity
I surely am not a big city girl
Could I keep my hands dirty
and ride this bicycle for miles in solitude
The black horse in the distance neighed and I dreamed for a moment that I could
In a field of flowers
as evening settled in.

6 Comments

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6 responses to “In a Field of Flowers

  1. ron

    i love your poems.you have a way with words

  2. The Moment In This Poem

    Thank you for knowing me so intimately and perfectly.

  3. Beautiful! vivid imagery and descriptions. nicely penned!

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