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Black-eyed Susans gossip in gullies
between the road and corn
past harvest,
clouds in feather boas waltz
through pale silk skies, and cows head home
for milking, while
a hawk holds vigil on the fence post.
This poem first appeared in The Houseboat (January, 2014).
Used here with the author's permission.
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Sarah Russell lives in Denver, Colorado with a patient husband and a curly dog named Smudge. She’s the author of two poetry collections—I Lost Summer Somewhere and Today and Other Seasons, and blogs at www.SarahRussellPoetry.net. When she isn’t writing, she gardens, knits, and cheers on her nine grandchildren.
 
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SarahRussell:
Thanks very much, everyone!
Posted 10/15/2015 09:38 AM
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transitions:
Beautiful imagery, loved it...
Posted 09/22/2015 10:03 PM
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Shoshauna Shy:
Beautiful artistry!
Posted 09/21/2015 08:46 PM
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Lori Levy:
Very peaceful.
Posted 09/21/2015 03:15 PM
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barbsteff:
Peaceful. Great descriptions.
Posted 09/21/2015 11:12 AM
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Larry Schug:
Any poem where lives Black-eyed Susans or blue-eyed grass is a beauty to my eyes and ears.
Posted 09/21/2015 09:31 AM
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paradea:
A beautiful poem!
Posted 09/21/2015 07:16 AM
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wyantjl42:
Love the poignant imagery. I am palpably there!
Posted 09/21/2015 06:40 AM
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r1manchester:
things I have seen that you describe so well.... very nice poem!
Posted 09/21/2015 04:02 AM
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KevinArnold:
Wonderful.
Posted 09/21/2015 02:06 AM
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