Ladies of the Field
I’ve known these ladies of the field as long
as I’ve known the fields and walls of my childhood.
And yet they never did much to turn my head,
maybe once or twice. I never understood
my lack of interest. That was then. This year,
they got my full attention, if only by sheer
force of growth and presence – double in height,
robust and vigorous, nothing like the slight
frail frames they usually show off, and yet
not without that feminine sway and guile that set
them off like well-to-do beach ladies, tall
and easeful in their stride, wearing hats that fall
wide-brimmed like parasols over white faces
and cast down shadows clear to their feet.
So this summer’s growth of Queen-Anne’s lace –
still not my type, but sweet nonetheless.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2025
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