Hovering above tall grass fields 

Where stalks sway the breeze

And kernels with flaring awns rustle,

She listens - her wings glistening

Radiant indigo and burgundy

Against the gold and white field,

Mesmerized by fragrant tranquility

She savors a patch of chamomile.

In the Fish Sunflower fields with my son

And as I write, I think of mother,

Uncoiling her straw into the yellow flowers,

Yellow crumbs on the bristles fall - 

Joining the soft strumming of leaves

All sailing the waves stirred by a solitary tree.

Riding the narrow single track - she follows

Brushing thickets of towering sunflowers

Tapping the bike in passing

As tires crackle the pebbles below,

Riding between the pillars - 

Rippling lights from the river shimmer

On the concrete freeway above.

Rumbling wooden boards on a suspension bridge 

Spanning a marsh with reeds and lilies

With her glistening hues in the sun - 

She settles on an ivory lily.

In this, there is solace - 

A glimpse of memories reflecting her eyes.