Sun on her face

She stood, eyes closed, in the morning sun.

He watched her, the small secret smile.

Winter’s grip loosening under the rays.

 

Her face softened, the lines less hard.

He watched her, the love of his life.

Winter’s hard pack melting fast now.

 

She stretched, leaning against him.

He smelled the sunshine in her hair.

Winter’s darkness shattering again.

 

She kissed his grain dust covered cheek.

He pulled wheat chaff from her hair.

Winter’s sleep awakens. Spring!

 

She accepts the promise from the sun.

He holds the seeds of another year.

Winter’s back turns. Retreat!

 

Loading a truck of wheat this morning, and after the auger quieted and the truck left the yard I was able to stand quietly and bask in the spring (early spring, mind you) sunshine. This poem was born in that moment. Enjoy, and God bless farmers!

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15 Comments

  1. February 26, 2013 at 9:55 pm

    Awesome!!

  2. kimorlisa said,

    February 26, 2013 at 9:55 pm

    A beautiful poem about the end of winter and the start of spring. Beautiful imagery.

  3. Kim Nelson said,

    February 26, 2013 at 10:25 pm

    This reads like love… love of the lifestyle and the love of your life. 😉

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/02/26/intensity-toward-blue/

  4. brian miller said,

    February 26, 2013 at 10:28 pm

    He smelled the sunshine in her hair.
    Winter’s darkness shattering again.

    sigh…spring…love the tender intimacy between them in this..esp those lines above….nice journey through your words today…run away winter…smiles.

  5. Ursa Bowers said,

    February 26, 2013 at 10:39 pm

    This was light and pretty, very evocative, indeed of winter’s shuddering rise into spring’s warmth.

  6. Other Mary said,

    February 26, 2013 at 11:56 pm

    This is just lovely Shan. My favorite line is, “He smelled the sunshine in her hair.”

  7. Truedessa said,

    February 27, 2013 at 12:13 am

    A poem about winter and it’s retreat with spring about to bloom…lovely

  8. February 27, 2013 at 1:58 am

    This is one of those moments that is such a gift, that stays with you a lifetime. Beautifully captured, Shan.

  9. Ruth said,

    February 27, 2013 at 3:23 am

    one of those poems that wonderfully leaves me with little to say… beautiful… beautifully perfect

  10. February 28, 2013 at 1:26 pm

    I love poetry born in the moment– the evoke such stillness, and yet are so immediate. Nice imagery! ~peace, Jason

  11. Grace said,

    February 28, 2013 at 3:56 pm

    I like the smell of spring and winter’s darkness retreating ~

    I too am wishing for spring ~ Lovely capture of the moment ~

  12. lucychili said,

    February 28, 2013 at 5:46 pm

    loving and beautiful

  13. claudia said,

    March 1, 2013 at 5:01 am

    smelling the sunshine in her hair…nice…brought back some memories of when i used to be at my uncle’s farm as a kid..sometimes helped with bringing in the hay…hard work but so cool to be so close at nature’s chest..

  14. Louise said,

    February 26, 2016 at 5:10 pm

    Just beautiful! I love it!


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