Fields of daisies bloom
between forest and highway,
nodding sunny faces,
in the threshold
between earth and sky.
In another in-between
of Labor Day Weekend,
where summer dwindles
and autumn wakes,
I also linger, not quite
healed from airplane flu
and not quite sick enough to
take to my bed. Here in my chair,
where a cool, rainy breeze
stirs the sheers, I linger, dreaming
of one last vacation day,
before the school routine restarts.
I miss my children already,
as they try on cleats,
search for school supplies,
in between infancy and adulthood,
in that long space of mother-hugs,
music-learning, school-diligence
and summer-daydreams.
Every day is a gift.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Happy Labor Day to those in the USA! I got back from CA only to suffer from some intestinal bug that hitched a ride. Being sick puts me in an in-between place of time loss and creative gain. I hope you are enjoying a magical weekend wherever you may be, and whatever you are or aren’t celebrating. Thoughts and prayers to those who are homeless, from hurricanes, flooding, unexploded munitions, forest fires or any other reason.
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Hope you feel recovered from the nearly flu.. xxx Loved reading.. and sending thoughts your way xx
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Thanks again, Sue. It’s great to see you.
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I thought it about time I came by. as I have not been logging into my email alerts recently, so did a major overhaul of visits today.. And I always love your poems.. Have a bright weekend Brenda.. Lots of LOVE.. Sue xx
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I turned off all email alerts a long time ago. It became oppressive and overwhelming. Hundreds per day. Who can keep up with that? I’m a big believer in doing the things that bring their own rewards and trying to minimize the things that bring pain or unhappiness. It’s a good rule of thumb for sorting priorities.
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Excellent priorities and the right way to look at life and living Brenda xx
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Thanks, Sue. XOXO
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Hi Brenda, I hope you are feeling much better this week. And I hope this isn’t my 2nd posting on your blog–I’ve been playing catch up all week. Lovely poem and daisies, in spite of feeling under the weather. Enjoy what the new season brings!
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It’s still summer here, I’m clinging to it. 🙂
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…And a lovely poem!
Sorry, sometimes I just take it for granted that you know your poetry is the bee’s knees!!!!
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LOL That is nice of you to say. I’m always happy if someone’s first reaction is to share how they related to a poem. That’s what I’m going for. To connect, for us all to feel validated and less alone.
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Truly, every day is a gift!
I was thinking of your kids going back to school.
Brings back memories and my mom.
xoxo
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Aww, so sweet. Good memories, I hope. I used to love school. XOXO
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I liked this open expression regretting the end of summer. I totally was sad a couple weeks ago about the grandies going back to school. It means homework and practicing takes priority over parks and playground times. Hugs sent your way, Brenda.
Hope you feel better soon! 🌺 🕊
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By November I don’t mind, because the weather doesn’t permit parks. I feel it in September, though. Thanks for stopping by.
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You’re welcome for this short visit, Brenda. I had those six book reviews this summer which kept me away from visiting too much.
I’m always happy to see all the visitors and lovely friends you have to stay in touch. 😊
Hope you are finished with the bug you got while traveling.
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Excellent introduction to new beginnings. 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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Trying to be positive. 🙂 Thanks!
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Poor you Brenda. I hope you’re feeling better. Fab photo and poem. I do love daisies! Thanks for following me too! 🙂 healing hugs
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Thanks, Lavender. Hugs are always welcome. 🙂
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Happy Labor Day to you, too, Brenda. My beautiful yellow daisy bush that brought me so much joy died earlier this year 😦
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Aw. Maybe replant? I had an echinacea patch out front that has died out. I may replant next year.
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Take and rest up to beat the flu☺🤗🤗💕
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Still tired today. It’s so draining.
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Garfield hugs🤗🤗..sending you healing rays😃
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Thx! Received and reflected!
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Breathtaking flowers simply gorgeous. Such a great piece of writing Brenda. Awesome.
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Thank you!
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Welcome
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what a poignant piece. 🙂 Love it.
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Only three years left with my oldest, if he goes to college. How did that happen?
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it is such a lovely way to describe ‘the in-betweens’, sometimes the hardest places to be. hope you are on the mend soon and i love your wish for anyone suffering from any calamity –
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I am appreciating my home and feeling deeply for anyone who’s lost theirs.
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So beautiful… I love how you worked on the transitions here… From vacation to school days & routine, from childhood to adulthood. Plus, the idea of in the threshold, and the word between, which appears a few times too… A good way to conjugate and juxtapose ideas. Great poem,d ear Brenda… Hugs 😉
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Thanks! I was feeling in-between. Do you ever feel that way?
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Absolutely, dear Brenda… When I go through changes, I totally have that feeling… Sometimes it is good, invigorating. Others, when it entails losing someone, it is a sad time… of renewal, nonetheless. xx 😉
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It’s part of life, and a renewal, but I always feel at sea in the middle of changes. And I get seasick. 😉
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Lovely. I used to get so sad at the end of summer…..
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Now you live in perpetual summer. 🙂 Perhaps not an accident.
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