Sweltering August day, following Gramie’s path
through tall steamy field grass, plucking
perfect pods, newly bursting with
faerie hair stars, weighted only by their
oval brown seed. The sky above fills with
hundreds of feather-light starbursts
emerge as each pod bursts open,
striped worms take flight
as monarch butterflies
all a mesmerizing sight.
Gently picked pods fill her canvas sack,
destined for more days of drying
out on a hot sunporch. Later in fall, with
her patient direction, permission
to be wild and creative, pods
become magical ornaments for
holiday trees. Paint, beads, glitter,
seeds, ribbons, brightly colored yarn,
sequins, patience all invested.
Dioramas display miniature deer
romping through cotton snow,
dried fern trees, painted skies,
adorning the common milkweed pods
repurposed into treasured memories
for generations to ponder.
Early morning sky
turns from deep lilac
to a light creamsicle hue.
first silvery flash of dawn
ignites the sun
into a flaming pumpkin.
passing rain shower
snuffs it out,
revealing a brilliant rainbow
quickly blown away by a gusty breeze
on a cool, drizzly