I grabbed my camera before leaving. I had seen a field of southern snow and wanted to take a few photos. I had thoughts of light n' dark, and my daughter. Daughter n' I had a chance to get coffee, talk a bit, and shop. Being a senior this year she doesn't have to go to school til 9:40am. We said good-bye and I drove to the field. I found the perfect spot to park and started taking pics. There is a busy intersection close by and I knew people were watching me, but I didn't care. The fields near my house aren't growing cotton this year.
tears fall into sugared snow
southern cotton candy clouds
gathered n' spun
spitting out seeds of disdain
bitter from the sweet
barbs n' burrs chained thoughts
bleeding light into night's dark edges
as red sun sinks
Fall's haunted storm woven by
barbed claws scraping sky's garden
portal flung open
as spirits taste acid from rooted
memories fenced with history's disease
they howl n' weep
© Ellen Wilson
I think Patricia probably wanted more of a good neighbor type poem. I might try again-but this is what came as I thought about the history of cotton.
Oh, sorry if you are here for IWSG-I posted over here. My mistake so visit me here and I will soon visit you. I have to run to my favorite craft store: Lowe's!