Seven

In the field of children,

Flowers stretch overhead;

Bees drone warmly,

Heavy-headed lilacs drench the air.

Under the boxelder tree

A discovery of violets,

Around the corners of houses

Our horses run merrily through the lilies.

Boxelder trees and lilacs

Find a sunny child

Running down tangled paths,

To hide deep in the flowers of memory.

Dream some dreams today. Love, Linda