GIRL RIDING A HORSE IN A FIELD OF SUNFLOWERS David Allan Evans Sitting perfectly upright, contented and pensive, she holds in one hand, loosely, the reins of summer: the green of trees and bushes; the blue of lake water; the red of her jacket and open collar; the brown of her pinned-up hair, and her horse, deep in the yellow of sunflowers. When she stops to rest, summer rests. When she decides to leave, there goes summer over the hill.
(My thanks to David Allan Evans, via Stephanie Carney at Words That Fly, a lovely Substack for poetry readers.)
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I love this poem…”holding the reins of summer” and I sent it to my 10 year old budding writer pal as she rides horses too. Thanks for sharing this.