Poetry 2018. quill nominee

The Ended Flood

The ended flood
By Lisa Noe

As we walk through the meadow of flowers
I look at the thick brush all around us
I wonder if the flood washed the animals' homes away
The daisies are white the wild roses are red
It makes me want to skip and run
and do all of this with you, it would be fun
Across the field a deer drinks
she watches to make sure we're not around, so she thinks
She's scared and afraid of what we might do
she runs away even though she's not through.
The sun shines bright as the rain has ended
the flood is gone and a rainbow appears
the blue sky speaks volumes with the clouds that hang low. Now it is time for you and I to go to our home on the hill.


four time Quill winner