Paul Schneiter Poet Free verse

Sea Change

Somewhere in eastern Oregon
at the top of a long hill
I came upon a sea of golden grain.

The sun was just right
and a whisper of a breeze
made mock flames of the waving grain.

This sea had no end,
it appeared to climb the horizon--
a tidal wave to an ethereal shore.

The sky was a blue I never knew,
and the air seemed mine alone.
I knew i was previewing paradise.

I lingered to lengthen the moment
buoyed by this landlocked sea.
I saw it ages ago, but it is alive and free.

In reverie, the grain is still sheeted gold,
a breeze still fashions the grains as flames,
and the sea yet ascends the horizon.

The scene forever changes me.

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Shirley Rebstock August 25, 2015 at 7:05 PM A painting in a poem, enjoyed. Paul Schneiter August 26, 2015 at 9:02 AM Shirley, I hadn't thought of it that way, but I can't think of a better six-word description. Thank you; I value and appreciate your comment.

Jan Allison July 15, 2015 at 2:06 PM incredibly beautiful imagery Paul I too love seeing the fields of golden grain dancing in the wind and on the Island the ocean really can be just on the horizon - a delightful read:-) hugs jan xx Paul Schneiter July 15, 2015 at 4:43 PM Thank you, Jan. I could not be more grateful for your kind and supportive words. What a blessing you are to every poet who ventures here.