April 2004  

Buttercups    © by    M. Lucile Henricks
 

                          for Pat

Rain drones
a meadow song
spilling

from pewter skies,
drenching grasses
undefined and

gray as sodden
rabbit fluff. Hill to hollow
hunker beneath

shadow, sedate
the day. I do not see
spring buttercups—

countless suns
blazing in the mist—
until wild turkeys

parade across
the field, foraging,
plucking motes

of light.

Previously published in the North Carolina Poetry Society's
Pinesong: Awards 2003. Used with the poet's permission.
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