field of daisies, image by Nicky Pe, on Pixabay
Beauty in the field
On the shore of Lake Michigan, in blueberry country, there is a field of color, scents, and buzzing bees. Four acres of poppies, bachelor buttons, and daisies wedged between the ripening berries and a rural cemetery holding generations of farmers.
The field was planted to honor two family members and as a memorial to the beauty they loved. They are buried in sight of the field, resting in hallowed ground. But the living can’t enjoy the sight without causing destruction. They drive on graves with their cars to get a better photo of the flower field. Even walking through the flowers, making paths.
I wonder what the dead think of the living
and their callousness? Are they pondering eternity? Berries will ripen and drop. Flowers will wilt and spread their seeds. But why can't people just enjoy the blessing of the beauty of the field?
Carol Farnsworth is an artist and writes poems and short essays on the light side of living with blindness. Her writings have appeared in The Avocet, Magnets and Ladders, Plum Tree Tavern, The Handy Uncapped Pen, and the Blind Perspective. Carol was born with glaucoma and has experienced decreased vision all her life. She has had no vision for the last several years. Carol lives with her husband John. They ride a tandem bike to enjoy nature. Carol gets her inspiration for her nature poetry from these rides.