Friendly Fields of Fire
Early evening falls in a Nova Scotia October
Still warm enough to forgo the sweater, despite Mom’s insistence
But her legs must be covered up
Protecting the scabs so carefully collected
In a short but sweltering summer time.
She peddles for all she’s worth
Knees pumping, up, down, up, down, hair flying
The wild flames of autumn hot on her heels
Over a beaten path of ocean smoothed pebbles
Scent of smokey twilight in the air.
Her imagined finish line never appears
The checkered flag will never wave in her unending marathon
Her energy will last forever, or at least until bedtime
When hot cocoa and toast will send her to dreamland
Vibrant little Blue Noser, racing through friendly fields of fire.
|Larry Matthews Photo|