Huckleberry Stone

WL Schuett

late afternoon light 

through the honey jar flows 

surrounded by leaves 

the warmest of glows 

 

sit with the leaves 

ride that first wind 

waiting for a secret 

conversation to begin 

 

fireweed honey 

a mysterious blend 

that silent conspiracy 

follow a map till it ends 

 

brought forth from love 

like a huckleberry stone 

sensual mystical 

altogether unknown 

 

dilapidated heart 

tupelo dreams 

orange blossom fight 

some bojangled schemes 

 

ride that first wind 

lay down with the leaves 

put out to pasture 

whatever mysteries we weave 

 

in the magic time of day 

when the sun fades the tupelos 

when the fireweed gently sways 

into the sunset that just cut below 

 

that match has been struck 

there's not a lot we can do 

to find out what's still sacred 

follow a map to find what's true 

 

someday when the wind does blow 

straight through that surrealistic cone 

when we hold a blossom by its stem 

we will see that elusive...

   huckleberry stone 

 

  • Author: WL (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2017 10:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: Painting and poem about honey and a mysterious stone
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  • Michael Edwards

    Super painting and a great poem to go with it - super work Bill. Took 5 paintings to a local gallery this morning - they only wanted 4 so asked them to chose - they took all 5 plus 3 coastal sculptures so fingers crossed.

    • WL Schuett

      Alright ! good luck Micheal , and thanks

    • FredPeyer

      WL, I love the painting and the poem is simply superb!
      Now where did I put that stone?

    • malubotelho

      A beautiful paint and awesome writing. You did it again. Just great.

    • myself and me

      The Sun shine through the love blended honey, the Sun lit the fire in the leaves, wait for the wind to blow.
      Such a beautiful autumn color in the paint and a mysterious poem.

    • Accidental Poet

      As the light shines through the jar of honey to spotlight your beautiful words, I'm reminded of days of my youth in the afternoon sun. Thanks for this great write WL. ; )

    • Goldfinch60

      Both the poem and the painting are superb. Thank you for sharing them.

    • MaddieJ

      Gorgeous painting! Love the poem as well!



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