I remember my youth wandering fields full of wildflowers
plucking small bouquets, while the warmth of the sun
rested upon my shoulders, and I would look up at the sky as it towers
over me. And these hours
as a little girl, when I would run
across the countryside chasing after cloud animals I scour.
Trying to pluck them from the sky and put them in my pocket with loose flower
petals, so I can build a collage of my dreams and fun
adventures before the clouds thunder and crash leaving me to cower
while raindrops fell from the darkened skies and these showers
flood my skin, until my clothes clung to me and the wind begun
to howl and I knew my afternoon had soured.
And as a little girl, I would race home as fast as I could as the storm devoured
all the blue, light, and clouds, and left me spying from my bedroom with undone
daydreams as petals, pebbles and feathers from my sunny encounters
scatter at my feet, and these memories find me on stormy nights, leaving me overpowered.
One thought on “Wildflowers and Cloud Animals Villanelle”
This is beautifully written. It feels heavy and sad. Like something at home was fearful. If this is how you feel, I understand. Sending you love. Joni