Tuesday, September 15, 2020

September Sun

 

It seems as though you are still summer

Running across wheat-rippled fields

Blowing dandelion seeds  

Your bag is treasure hunt:

twigs, warbled flowers,

bugs, budding things-

mud-stained gifts

Your smile-

sun


First line of my poem:   To the Light of September by W.S. Merwin


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:  9 Across for a count down, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury. A poem in nonet form.   Thanks for the visit.

23 comments:

  1. Oh I love this... if it only was like this. Summer seems to be lost and every morning is just a little bit darker.

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  2. excellent Grace - that collection of treasure is a delightful list

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  3. Wonderfully descriptive. I love the mud-stained gifts.
    Oh yes....I can relate to the idea of the September sun.....as I am sitting looking out at the ocean - in our annual Provincetown (Cape Cod) rental. The sun here is always amazine: at dawn....then shifting in the sky and glittering the water, then the staining and slow disappearance at sunset. September sun here is quite different from July sun -- we always came in July until we retired. It's why so many artists come to paint in Provincetown!

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  4. This is a stunning nonet, Grace, shimmering with September sun. I love lines about ‘running across wheat-rippled fields’ and ‘blowing dandelion seeds’ – I did some of that this morning on my walk!

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  5. Oh, that's lovely. What an image of freedom and childhood invention.

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  6. Ooh, I love this. Such an excellent nonet!

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  7. Sun-sational, Grace. Loved the bagged twigs best, I think.

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  8. The images just run across your mind as you read ... beautiful :)

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  9. This poem, itself, is like a bag of treasures.

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  10. I love this grace, a reminder the sun is till bright and there is lingering warmth.

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  11. Very clever - summer personified. Lovely sounds too - bugs, budding things mud stained...and it seems to taper off at the end - as if summer is dancing away from us. So good.

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  12. A warm and soulful write; a treasure, Grace!

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  13. Yes, summer is still summer in September, even when autumn is overlapping. Beautiful poem!

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  14. The charm of your poem (for me) was an instant transport back to childhood, summer's end, what it felt like. Thank you so much.

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  15. Another beautiful write, Grace. Hope you are doing well.

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  16. Still warmth out there as smiles can abound

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  17. This is summer going out like a child playing.

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  18. It's a difficult form; often it feels forced, but this is beautifully expressed and feels like a natural way to make the statement. Lovely.

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  19. The best parts of summer are all there!

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  20. Beautifully descriptive. And there are so many of those autumn days that are still summery.

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