Saturday, September 30, 2023

Blue Meadows

Dean Sorenmann

In fall, the hue of golden colors
Finds relief in blue meadows
Each crimson color
Casting aside dark relief
Splashing colorful happiness
Before the slumber of winter hues

Is is time for long walks
Under the canopy of bright colors
It is time to drink in all the splendor
Of the fall, the pallet, the color

The crackle, under feet, of leaves
The silence of the hour along the street
Each passing beam of light
Catches the soft and warm embrace
Of two hands entwined like lace

In Fall, we muse of golden lovers
Who light in blue meadows
To find wistful colors of the heart
Of flames, sparks and embers




I dedicate this poem to all those who worked at Rivertown Trading Company and who were laughing and taking it easy during a fall day on break.  Particularly, a shout out to Brad Bellaver, who asked me why I was so quiet, sitting a bit separate from everyone else.  I told him I was writing poetry.  As we were talking about it, I told him I could pound one out in about 5 minutes.  So, the challenge was on.  And, about two minutes later, I finished this poem.  That was in October of 1990.  Some 33 years later I am posting it here.  Yes.  I copywrited this.  It is not for anybody else's use but my own.  If you want a copy of it.  Contact me.  I promise I will write poetry again.  

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