A song to
a dear friend
The cool
breeze rustles the rows
of corn
standing straight as soldiers
waiting
silently for the mower.
Their
dream of summer smoulders
as their
promise fades into winter.
A golden
monarch flits
through the
gusty breezes
and
settles on a dusty cob
to drink
and refresh from a
diamond
drop of dew left
from the
morning mist.
The last
timid summer dream
lifts from
the water
and
snuggles into the monarchs
embracing
wings.
Refreshed,
the butterfly
stretches
toward a gust
and rises
into the clear, blue sky.
They fly
past tall golden rod
along the
road and over
crinkled
milkweed pods
whose
silken parachutes
drift in
the breeze to await
the next
warm sun of spring.
Maple
trees dance,
their red
and yellow gowns
glowing in
the soft afternoon sun
while blue
jays
add their
raucous notes.
The
monarch takes no notice as it
carries
the fading dream
on into
the autumn sun.
Somewhere,
someone
in the
summer of life, unknowing,
is
yearning for the dream
the golden
monarch carries
to be
given in a kiss to the waiting heart
and,
renewed, to live on and forever.
And thus,
my dream of summer,
though
faded and worn,
is
refreshed by your warm smile
and tender
touch.