Let them say the meadow of my heart blossomed in the summer, burst forth in colorful, robust bunches, gleamed-- let them say my heart's woodlands were carpeted and bloomed vividly in the spring. Let them say my heart was a cornucopia, a proud, sturdy host, an open-mouthed vessel which filled itself over and over again. Let them say I was a wishful thinker, hopefulness spilled from the corners of my heart-- let them say my heart overflowed. Let them say my heart crooned like a bird, cheery birdsong rang out across the valley of my heart, let them say the mountain heard my melody. Let them say love rushed like a bold, wild river through my heart's riverbed, spilled over in some places-- friendship's grandeous light bounced off my heart's canyons. Let them say my heart glowed like a campfire, blazed assuredly in a countryside where icicles spiked, snowflakes fell, let them say my heart burned white-hot. When I go the way of this December daylight, give in to one last wintry night of the year, let them say my heart is an eagle-- flapping its gigantic wings, soaring upward, taking long glides, then disappearing out of sight.
Article by Hilary Devine
I am a parent, a teacher, and a poet. I grew up in Santa Rosa, CA. I’ve lived in Lake County for 15 years. I love to swim, and I was a competitive swimmer for many years. I also like to hike and run with my boyfriend and my son. I’m influenced by a wide array of poets including: Homer, Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou, Robert Frost, Armando Garcia-Davila, and Lord Byron. I have a narrative style and use natural imagery. I usually write at least two poems every week.