Long legs, capped in lace
gracefully swaying at the edge of the field
as it soaks up the last of the sun
Clouds darken the western horizon
threatening chaos in their approach
but will also provide a welcomed break in the heat
and a nourishing drink for a parched land.
There is something about Queen Anne’s Lace that I find myself trying, year after year, to capture in words. The flower appears in mid-summer. By late summer, the blossoms are knotted up into seeds. The long stems and the lacey flowers certainly bring up thoughts of long-legged girls… The flowers also remind me that the summer is waning. This has been an unusually hot and dry summer. Last week, we did get a few showers, but not as much as we need as the lakes are down and the grain crops are withering. For previous attempts at Queen Anne Lace poetry, check out these older posts: Chicory and Lace" and Queen Anne's Revenge