Brenda Kay Ledford

Tell you what I like best-
long for knee-deep in September,
lying on my back in the grass,
gazing at cotton clouds,

angels playing violins
on velvet blue skies.
The earth break dances:
deer appearing like ghosts,

a doe and two fawns
picking peaches from a fallen tree,
their eyes glowing like coals
as they gaze at the window

where I drink this serenity.
Here in September,
I’ll pull off my shoes,
wade knee-deep through a creek,

lilac asters dotting the banks,
a field of goldenrod flowing with honey,
and the mountains set afire
with God’s paintbrush.