Sunshine Girl

[Tinker]

Sunshine Girl

In my Spring I flew
across the meadow,
my mare's mane the standard
with a blur of brilliance,
gold and blue blossoms on lush green,
trampled under her hooves.

With Summer came the spark
of love, the heat of lust
and the fierce fire
of holding
a babe in my arms.
The slow burn of building
a family
was all consuming.

Autumn brought
quieter but busy days,
my last horse died,
my son left
to blaze his own path
and I had a business to establish.
The harvest, a huge success,
grandkids, money,
and a new passion, poetry.

The brittle cold of Winter
has been a bath of ice water
to this sunshine girl.
Broken bones, cancer, and threat
of losing my life long love.
Still, the sun comes up,
peeks through the clouds
and calls to me to
put on my warmest coat
and get out there.
                ~~Judi Van Gorder

Prompt: The Power of Connotation, Write a poem about the changing of the seasons using connotation to inject fuller flavor.

[tonyv]

Judi, I was delighted when I discovered that the seasons correspond to the various eras of the speakers life. The last verse gets me down a bit; I prefer to focus on the nostalgia.

Tony