Golden Sunbeam

A golden sunbeam
passes through the light
streming from a just-walked
summer sky.
It slides down mountains,
falls across the trees,
and slithers over rainy
tops of grass
that rise in wind,
to meet that wind's soft kiss.
Day is behind, rustling the gentle clouds
that hover over time
and hide the earth.
I see a rainbow;
we are picking flowers.

A Sunny Vineyard at the Wall

Our hill was like a vineyard full of sun
covered by trellises of purple grapes
that filled a myriad of growing vines
and burst in morning juts before it rained.
I loved to pick the grapes and drink their juice
while you were playing "shadows in the sun"
and dancing in the green grape leaves that fell
across your feet while I climbed on and on!
I swung acrosss the trellis and I jumped
down to the ground, I landed at the wall
beside the gate that led to yesterday
when you were playing there, beside the wall,
and we were very young, when hearts were free,
when summer days filled with eternity.

A late springtime snow
sticks to sugar like cold grass-
Morning's cereal


A low crescent moon
floating through the summer sky
is the gypsy's horn


One plodding egret
crosses swamps to sleep in sand
at the river's edge


Palest gleams of light
jump through hoops of autumn air,
make a golden glow


Raindrops slide anf fall
up and down the windowpane-
sun can't catch the rain

Jane Stuart, Greenup, Kentucky

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