Irises Pink/Gree - Vincent Van Gogh
by Necca Stoller
looking out, past rolling white-caps to the low setting sun; lovers amble along the sugar sands, their low slung swim suits revealing bands of reddened skin. night quickly covers the sun and in the new found dark their glowing footprints merge, vanishing down the beach, leaving their soft laughter. with the hot summer night, a rising tide stiffens currents. too soon, quick dawn comes: in the ebb tide- slack water.
In a wild gallop, behind reaching fetlocks, the mare's streaming tail flares- Then collapses over shorten quarters into a leaping jackrabbit. In another long moment, dissolving, becoming just a passing cloud. Again the magician's wand sweeps and suddenly emerging... a laughing Buddha. As, the spectacular show above my head goes on.
This summer day, I traveled a clay road, bumping beside fields white with cotton to the grove of ancient magnolias. Pushing aside the weeds and briars, I moved within the sun-dappled shade, stumbling upon two fire-blacken steps of a lost homestead that long ago stood in the path of Sherman's march to the sea.
Necca Stoller writes: I am the owner-manager of a cattle farm in south Georgia. After living in a metro area we moved to the country 4 years ago. It was then I began to write poetry.