Crushed

Watermelon, honeysuckle,

lemon tea with mint

Chasing shadows on the lawn

and followed where you went

Too young, the oak trees whispered

Too soon, the river knew

Our promises weren’t false, but then

they weren’t exactly true

I smiled the other evening

when someone said your name

Perhaps the wise, old trees were right

and no one was to blame

Beneath the stars of winter

Earth settles with a sigh

and firelight’s fine for dreaming

of seasons that went by

The sheltering arms of summer

The early breath of spring

I wouldn’t trade a single day

I wouldn’t change a thing

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First off, let me apologize – I know I’m not a poet. And, really, this sounds like a jump rope jingle. 🙂 It has to do, a bit, with the book I’m working on now. I think this poem could kind of be about the main character’s parents, who fell in love when they were young. Leah, the main character, was born when her mom was eighteen. Cade, from Winter Wish, is a main character in this book, too; it’s sort of a sequel for him. The book will be called Summer’s Secret – if I ever finish it, that is.

The smell of honeysuckle fills the air these days; it is one of my favorite smells.  It never fails to bring memories, although not those in the poem. That is, like the book I’m working on, fiction.

Don’t worry — poems by me, on this blog, will be a highly irregular occurrence! And I use the word “poems” loosely! 🙂

I hope you’re enjoying your wildflowers, or beautiful weeds, and the memories they bring you!

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About Dixie Minor

A wife, mother, former Teacher, and the author of Winter Wish
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20 Responses to Crushed

  1. Pauline Camp says:

    Loved it 😊 Can’t wait for the book!

  2. Tomma Stone says:

    Keep on feeding us with your spirit and pen, Dixie. This poem resonates with Southern nostalgia.

  3. Ellen Ebert says:

    Ah, your words brought me “home” with the memory of these southern summer delights! A poet you are.

    • Dixie Minor says:

      Ellen, thank you so much! I think we grew up in a good time for those summer days- and nights- outside. 🙂 I remember being so intrigued with my giant shadow on the lawn. 😉

  4. No, don’t apologize! I loved it! ❤

  5. ren carrier says:

    This is a beautiful tribute poem, Dixie. And, my dear, you ARE a poet. Keep writing. It saves our sanity…;) I look forward to the book. Love you~

    • Dixie Minor says:

      Thank you so much, Renee! I am glad you think it is okay-it’s not what I usually do-something about summer does make me nostalgic. I can’t wait to read YOUR book! 🙂 🙂 ❤

  6. Ruth Wagner Miller says:

    Oh, Dixie, that is so lovely. Please write more poems. And finish that book! With love from a distant fan.

    • Dixie Minor says:

      Ruth, thank you! So much! Your encouraging me means a lot to me! I have always been inspired by you and had so much admiration for you and your writing! With love from YOUR distant fan. 🙂

  7. Vicki Simpson says:

    Yes, Yes, Yes to all of the above, Dixie! You are so gifted & thanks for being brave & sharing it with us! The apple surely doesn’t fall far from the tree! What a gifted family you come from!

    • Dixie Minor says:

      Vicki, thank you so much! ❤ Thank you for always encouraging me! I thought of your painting of those trees at Clyde's Field when I was writing this; I kind of had trees in mind with the "sheltering arms." 🙂 ❤

  8. Dixie, you have captured so well the feelings I have when I remember my first love, the steady for a year, who gave me my first kiss on my 16th birthday. The smell of honeysuckle and your other images capture that mix of sweetness and nostalgia, the little yearning ache that wonders “what if?” {A silly indulgence before reality kicks in.} Prose can’t capture that. It takes poetry. You did it. Thank you. Love the poem and love you. Mom

    • Dixie Minor says:

      Wow, Mom, thank you! I am glad you think this captures that. There is something about this time if year, for me, that brings a certain kind of nostalgia. You were sooo sweet to print it and read it to dad, too! Love you! ❤

  9. bkpyett says:

    Dixie, you have caught me in your world of the smell of honeysuckle and a wonderful colourful world of your making. Please don’t apologise for your work! I am thrilled to hear that you’re working on another book. I look forward to reading it! Love this poem. ❤

  10. Dixie Minor says:

    Hi, Barbara! Thank you so much! I am sooo glad to see that you are back on your blog! I will really look forward to catching up with you on there! Wonderful to see you! ❤

  11. pattywryle says:

    I love this poem, Dixie!!! And yes you are a poet. The photo is great too! I love you. Patty

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