In the distance
on the shoulder of the highway
a parked dilapidated pickup leaned
toward a meadow sprinkled
with Black-Eyed Susans
and pink and purple Phlox.
Among the wildflowers,
ambled a balding elderly man
along with two small children
hardly more than toddlers,
each clutching bouquets.
Starting for the truck, all three
stopped, stooped,
and stole another blossom.
Whose day, I wondered,
would soon be brightened
by hand-picked flowers,
as the scene itself
brightened mine.
Nice thought. Flowers almost always good!
What a beautiful picture you have painted. I can just imagine who those flowers are for. Such beauty all around us if we take the time to look. Thanks for reminding me of this 🙂
Lovely, Susie!
delightful
You have given the reader a lovely image. I like the use of concrete detail that really paints the picture for us: “ambled a balding, elderly man” Kaye
John, Connie, Ann-Marié, and Kaye, I am most grateful for your comments, especially since I know the strength of your writing.