Meadowlarks flight of fancy

In the Winter of my life... I miss the lazy whistles 

of the Meadowlark in the Summer heat of youth... 

when the coolness of the shade gave way to love  

laying in the flower beds among the buttercups... 

Now the snowflakes tease the Cardinals and Bluejays 

when North Winds blow across the plains and fields 

of sacred moments spent in rows of Wheat and Corn 

where fruited plains of apples and peaches ripened in 

groves before the the Autumn colors painted dreams 

gave way to Winter lullabies and cries of Sparrows 

left to find a warm path to the islands in the Sun... 

We accept that our Hope of Spring is like a solemn 

prayer of stained glass windows where the Light 

shines through... the colors of our Soul... Amen 

     

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Pat, you cover the seasons like a plein air painting, with colors washing over a canvass of wheat and corm, apples and peaches, such vivid images come to me as if I am there with you sharing all these memories. You must be a birder, because you know the names of so many, and their sounds as well.
Love this poem...an ode to the seasons. Best, Betty

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... a warm and lovely review... I appreciate so much. I have always loved birds, and now I can see many of them on the railing of our Deck outside the Kitchen window. A year ago, there was actually an Owl sitting there... looking straight at me. We have lots of bright Red Cardinals all year long (the females are a brownish grey with a hint of red. I discovered the meaning of "plain air painting)
(thanks to you) and learned that Claude Monet's paintings were Outdoors which would be plain air paintings. So much to learn and so little time. Birds and Blooms Magazine is worth subscribing to. So many colored photos and Articles. Thank you again... now I will go to sleep... peaceably. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

correction: plein air painting... I googled that... Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

What a colorful and detailed thank you I got upon awakening...this morning...I wish my images were as vivid as yours!
Stay safe and warm
Best always, B

[barleygirl]

You've brought new sensory definition to a trek thru the winter (or autumn) of one's life! I feel like I've got one foot in autumn & the other in winter! *wink! wink!* It's hard not to long for one of the seasons that's not available to us anymore! But that's the beauty of poetry . . . we can immerse in whatever season we get a hankerin' for! Or, like you often do, immersing in more than one season at a time, not to mention fluttering among multiple featheries and a plethora of fawna & flora. This poem, as with most of your poetry, is an example of abundance. It's like saying, yeah I'm deep into winter now, but "ALL THIS!" If only more people could set up their life's equation like this! Happy new year! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Barley Girl... let’s give Life a Swirl... like a Jazz Band that feels like all the Seasons passing by... the beauty of the
new Buds in Spring... the buzz of Bumble Bees in Summer and the Geese flying in formation in Autumn memories.... and last but not least... the Winter of my Soul when
Roses lie abreast the newly fallen Snow.... Best wishes as you stay Warm by your Dtove of snap, crackle and pop... when the Music of your ❤️ heart is like a Meadow Lark Whistle when a New Moon gives us Hope.
tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Best Wishes as you stay warm by your
Stove of snap, crackle and pop... Live all your lines of encouragement... gently, Pat

[Patricia]

Sweet Pat, you have such a beautiful heart and soul and it graces your pen so we all can appreciate them both. this has glorious imagery and warms the heart. thank you for always sharing yours

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Patricia... we can spend our life obtaining Virtues ... but keeping them is an extra venue where tears and love are tied with sorrow and flowers to bestow. Roses rest under the Snow until Spring when sleepy eyes open and songs are chirped in a
Magical melody. gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Oh, how we long to those magical days of youth and vibrancy. How we feel the effects of the seasons on us. We sing with the birds the songs of love and laughter. Your poetry is a feast and a Holiday treat. Happy Holidays.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Sami... I am delighted to bring you a Feast for the Holidays.. If only it were possible to sing with the Birds and sip tea with our Poet friends. May your Season of Love and giving be filled with lights and memories that linger through the years. gently, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

May you always be blessed with many gifts. You are welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am definitely feeling my winter approaching, but this transported me back to my youth...Vermont...the sounds of the Bob Whites, and the Whippoorwills....and the mooing cows...and the days that seem to last forever.
thank you for this, Pat,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... the memories in Vermont are surely part of your heart. Yes, snow and Whippoorwills are sounds we hold dear. I appreciate your words. Wishing you moments of Warmth and Blessings.... always, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Yes, the years change everything and the "songs" of youth are not quite the same when we get older. The imagery you employ is so vivid, my friend. The colors of your soul are like a kaleidoscope! Wonderful to read your words....so filled with hope and uplifting. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lydi... we had some light snow flakes today... a hint of more .. perhaps. Your review is mellow like Candles lit each night with deep meanings and memories. Blessings and 💕 love, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Lydia for saying ... “the colors of my Soul are like a Kaleidoscope”... a lovely Omen for the New Year 2021... gently, Pat

[John the Baptist]

Beautiful nature imagery notwithstanding, this one is about the human spirit and the passage of life. Summer is the first season mentioned, and it stands for youth and young love. Following are autumn and then winter, not in that order. Spring is not discussed except as a hope, which tells me it symbolizes the renewal of life after the physical existence has passed. Thus we have not only a poem, but a statement of faith.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... love your review... our Seasons come and go, and soon it is time to view our life in terms of
Nature's bidding. I find comfort in every Season and feel honored to have spent time with so many caring friends and loved ones. tenderly, Pat

[Kelly Scheppers]

There's such a lovely eloquence to your seasonal pieces. This gives us a little nostalgia, too...and oh, how it warms the heart!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Kelly... you are the Light that shines through
the Cathedral stained glass windows. Hope you and yours are well and safe. Love, and warm wishes.
gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes we do dear Pat.
"We accept that our Hope of Spring is like a solemn
prayer of stained glass windows where the Light
shines through... the colors of our Soul... Amen "
The poem was wonderful and I loved the above lines. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... 💕 lovely to read your review. The lights of Christmas are lining Rooftops and gumdrop lights cover the bushes near our neighbor’s door. The sounds of Jingle Bells in a one horse open sleigh are
Playing on our phonograph of Years Past. Wishing you a warm Season by the Hearth of your Dreams. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Pat. I hope you are doing well and being safe.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... so far, we are blessed; however, it is like living on the edge of uncertainty... filled with apprehension. It is a testament to our faith and belief that each day is a miracle. tenderly, Pat ..
Prayers of love and health for you and yours.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

First of all, the first line, "in the winter of my life, " wow. What a way to start a poem, story or anything for that matter. The rest of the poem was beautiful and glowed so well with its imagery and passion for it. I enjoyed this read. Wonderfully explained and expressed, Pat. Tyfs

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cyprian... thanks for stopping by. There are seasons to our life. We need to enjoy the days and nights where sunshine and moonshine come together to enrich our life.

[CLR9]

Dang. It's good. Finally someone that can actually write.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Poet.. do your initials stand for “color” or “clear”... or are you on “Cloud “9”. Your review made me Smile. My lines seem to run together (there is a name for that style of poetry) but It has slipped my mind. Wishing you a wonderful Season of love and wonder. gently, Pat