“Before the Haying”

by Pamela MacBean

Walking,
Savoring a morning unfurling
Under azure awning.
Spinning Swallowtails
Rising from the dirt road
Whirl me dizzy, giddy.
A soft, golden cloud
Swallowing me,
Scattering as I pass,
Silently blitzing
Nearby Lilac bushes
Dripping white fragrance,
With a flaxen fluttering
Of dainty wings.

Within meadow glow
Blithe blossoms
Whisper Hosannas
After a light spring rain,
Before the haying.

(Pamela MacBean is a Troubadour reader from Dalton, NH)

“The Wooded Road”

by Catherine Currie

We walked the wooded road
Just the two of us,
Leaving the world behind
To mend its many woes.

Sun shone through trees
Making light, dark patterns
On strong granite rock
And scattered wildflowers.

The road topped a hill-
Far below we saw
New Hampshire’s Pleasant Lake
Where dreams are fulfilled.

We walked a wooded road,
Just the two of us.
Beauty filled our minds,
Serenity our souls.

(Catherine Currie is a Troubadour reader from Concord, NH)