In the Garden

Small Copper
© John Edwards

Kerry over at RT  introduced us to John Edwards.  John's photography was featured for the Sunday Challenge.  John offered some of his beautiful photos, for our poetic inspiration.  I selected this one!
Thank you Kerry n' John~

In a pasture of delicious yellow

 Small Copper dances

 among a coverlet of  Oxy-eye-daisies and  Devil's Nettle

enjoying her fragrant morning tea

leaves turning yellow with veins of bronze n' gold

their edges curl among the faded buttercups

sounds start to stir on the forest floor

the scent of green

moss n' pine

light shadows dance

like a puddle

of watercolors

blending and pooling 

as the orange glow rises over

horizon's altar

old trees sigh as the morning

hymn is sung

Infusing spirit

of the divine 

offerings of silver light are made

 Question Mark appears...

service begins

 she folds her wings

 and 

prays

In the garden,  Mary gave us a prompt:  Neighborhood.  Being a military spouse, I have lived in many neighborhoods, at least seventeen.  I had to go with my childhood one, it is my favorite. It is where   I lived the longest~   I have written many times about my home...this one is a bit different ;D

Sky's bounty kisses the breezy blue sea

along small coastal town where

white washed picket fences outline

the boundaries of old colonial charm

Sea captains homes stand tall and proud

on outskirts of town

My street was white washed and proud

only two houses changed their coats

to yellow and blue.  

Pots of red trailing geraniums outline the street

my yard had the tallest Maple trees

 my home was

the hang house.

Baseball, bikes and playing store 

was what we did

 when we weren't at the shore

a treasure map of dotted sea glass n' drift wood

n' sanddollars

Finding baby crabs in tidal pools

always racing to the shore

to the edge of the wharf

Neighbors like anywhere

one vacuumed his lawn, everything neat as a pin

a few elderly gossip ganders always

in the know

a solitary man that gave out money on Halloween

A few teachers that gave out lessons 

whenever we knocked on their doors

I rode my bike, walked dogs,

 walked uptown to library, mail, store

always on the go

knocked on doors to sell 

Girl Scout cookies, 

collect $ for cancer

and collect items for Sunshine baskets

My children call my childhood home, their home

where we embraced the magic of the sea

swung on the porch glider, chased lightening bugs

went to the shore at least twice a day(even when it snowed)

and always having a tea party

Barbie Tea, dog bone tea, Nannie Nonnie tea, 

Tea n' the sea

=EE