Interlude: In a Cornfield on a Hill (a poem)
By Jean F.
Emerging from the slope --
pointing aloft --
pale, flaxen fingers
offer a windowed view
into the valley below,
darkening in shadow. . .Echoing scattered stars
in a vaulted vastness
of deepening Twilight,
the flickering, amber
sparkle of village lights...A throbbing chorale of crickets,
the occasional croak
of a tiny frog in tall grass. . .A vaporous, ethereal wind
whispers among the ghosts
of swaying, arid leaves
in the surrounding trees. . .
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I am HONORED, Lawrence! Words of praise from such a poet as YOU humble me greatly!
the occasional croak
of a tiny frog in tall grass. . ."
It was as if I walked through the trees up the slope with you and first looking down and forward saw the twinkling lights of man and then skyward to see the reflection in the vaulted ceiling all the while a symphony of nature was in the background.
Thanks so much, Susan!
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"Echoing scattered stars
in a vaulted vastness
of deepening Twilight,
the flickering, amber
sparkle of village lights..."