Fields in Summer

The fields are dressed for summer

Beneath the broad blue sky,

Decked out in every gleeful color,

Waving to the passerby!

Dancing in the heated wind

Lining ditch and alley

Susan with her big brown eyes

Yellow-skirted—smiling! 

Native sisters in bright blankets

Nod with the summer rhythms

Wine, yellow, orange, and red

Woven striped and beaded—see them? 

 Pink Prairie Gentians

With blond sun-washed curls,

Are garbed in soft pink dresses

Like ballet-dreaming little girls.

You never know who you might find

Among the meadows grasses

A fellow in a brown fur hat

In a coat of rust and yellow passes 

Yes, the fields are dressed for summer

Hoping you will slow your pace

Not miss the festival of color

Spread across the earth's green face.

By Elece.Hollis, author of  A Celebration of Family with Helen Steiner Rice   http://bit.ly/1m7uCeK
Find Elece's other blogs:  http://thoughtsjoinletters.blogspot.com/       http://prairieplaces.blogspot.com/