This cold, blustery day, I dream
into being another spring day.
This one is mountain-flavored,
nearer to heaven than the sea,
far away from here, far from me.
A mountain meadow blooms
as far as my eye can see:
pink heads nod their approval,
as if they like what they see.
I’m atilt, upright on this slope,
keeping my feet, holding out hope.
Pollen coats my skin in gold dust
and I run as lightly as a wind gust.
I lift my arms to the sky,
I’m not a gazelle, but I can fly!
l reach the dim of the tree line,
and each leaf sings harmony with me.
Part of me dwells there, in that perfect hour
when spring is eternal: sweet, soft air and
cool breezes. Infinite beauty. Birds sing,
deer graze and rabbits nod to the grass.
The scent of wildflowers is heaven.
Heaven is in our memories.
Note: The title is from a quatrain that has been niggling at the corners of my attention all week. I decided to embrace it, celebrate it. This is the first of two posts about it. Do you know it already? It’s this one:
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
― William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
You make your world sound delightful Brenda! 😀 Heavenly indeed…humanity in harmony with nature!!♥ I’ve not heard of that little poem, it’s quite lovely. Is that all of it, or just a piece?
LikeLiked by 1 person
It part of a larger poem. It’s a lovely quatrain from it. And I needed a break from gray days. 🙂
LikeLike
It’s a lovely quatrain and your exploration of it is lovely too.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. I had two such different takes on it. There so much scope in that one short quatrain.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful ode to one of the most amazing flowers.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It is an amazing flower. Thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Brenda, very beautifully dreamed. Your images of yourself with pretty details were touching and made the poem come alive. For example, “Pollen coats my skin like gold dust.”
LikeLiked by 1 person
The dream me is so much more fun than the real me. 😉
LikeLike
I am not good at articulating my thoughts. All I know is I love this piece. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Imelda, that’s good enough for me. I’m not proud. Hugs, Brenda
LikeLike
Splendid and Amazing…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Why, thank you! Thanks for dropping by. I like your blog, too.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I liked ‘atilt upright’
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Derrick! I hope you’re having a good week.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very nice imagery in your poem. I like the way that it makes various connections with the William Blake quote throughout. It is indeed Rosebay Willowherb as someone has pointed out. The name Rosebay Willowherb is a poem in itself, I was terribly disappointed to find out that Americans call it ‘Fireweed’, how can such things be true. I live next to a canal and in summer it is lined with Rosebay Willowherb https://bloozers.files.wordpress.com/2016/02/home2-2.gif and for this reason it is one of my favourite flowers. If I were to tell you that Blake is also one of my favourite (probably favourite) poets then you would surely think I was making it up, so I’ll save that one for another day. Thanks for sharing beautiful words and images. Here is a photo https://bloozers.files.wordpress.com/2016/02/rosebay-willow-therapy.jpg I took last summer of Rosebay Willowherb that I know you will like.
Thanks again, take care.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The name is poetry, maybe better than mine. I like your photos. How lucky you are to live beside such beauty. Thanks for stopping to chat with me!
LikeLike
Great!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person
as i look outside today, i yearn for this –
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s wet and gray here today. But I have wildflowers in my heart. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your beautiful poetry seems very appropriate on a gorgeous sunny afternoon in this part of the world.
“A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.”
LikeLike
True words, you can’t cage the wild.
LikeLike
One of my most favourite of passages and your poem is just lovely. Rose bay Willow Herb? Both Poem and Photo reminding me of hot sunny days…oh that they are not far away… Beautiful post. 🎑 ☀
LikeLike
I think you nailed the flower name, thanks! I had no idea what it was. It was running riot over Killington in Vermont. Apparently, it has a cousin named Enchanter’s Nightshade. Awesome! I love old-fashioned names.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad I could help, and I too adore anything olde fashioned. It runs riot everywhere here, too! A good day to you my friend, 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
How beautiful it must be there when it’s blooming.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, I know it and love it. I love yours as well. It’s beautiful, Brenda. I look forward to the second one. ❤
LikeLike
Thanks, Gigi. The next one’s due on Friday. I hope you’ll like it. ((hugs))
LikeLike
YES! Im dreaming the same dream 🙂 (well, with Fey in it of course ) 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
LOL I did imagine a tall, dark fey in the trees, but I’ll leave the rest to your fertile imagination. 😉
LikeLike
Nice!!! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person