*
Slow me down to the dawdling of a child,
popping jewelweed pods in the lane.
Hold me back to catch the straggling western light,
the last low glint on her freckled cheek.
Hush me quiet to the black hen’s roosting,
the ruffle of chicks tucking in under wing.
Dream me small into moments of gravity,
the pure sight of the waking heart.
*
Lindsey Gallant
S. D. G.
Lindsey,
This is such a well crafted, simply wise and attentive poem. Shared it with my poet daughter who is home from Australia for the month and she expressed her delight in each opening line of the four stanzas. Well done you,
Steve Kennedy
Thank you for your kind words, Steve! I’m so glad you and your daughter enjoyed it.