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.
Oh I love this... if it only was like this. Summer seems to be lost and every morning is just a little bit darker.
ReplyDeleteexcellent Grace - that collection of treasure is a delightful list
ReplyDeleteWonderfully descriptive. I love the mud-stained gifts.
ReplyDeleteOh 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!
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!
ReplyDeleteOh, that's lovely. What an image of freedom and childhood invention.
ReplyDeleteOoh, I love this. Such an excellent nonet!
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteSun-sational, Grace. Loved the bagged twigs best, I think.
ReplyDeleteThe images just run across your mind as you read ... beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThis poem, itself, is like a bag of treasures.
ReplyDeleteI love this grace, a reminder the sun is till bright and there is lingering warmth.
ReplyDeleteVery 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.
ReplyDeleteA warm and soulful write; a treasure, Grace!
ReplyDeleteYes, summer is still summer in September, even when autumn is overlapping. Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteThe charm of your poem (for me) was an instant transport back to childhood, summer's end, what it felt like. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteAnother beautiful write, Grace. Hope you are doing well.
ReplyDeleteStill warmth out there as smiles can abound
ReplyDeleteA happy summer poem...
ReplyDeletebeautiful...!!
ReplyDeleteThis is summer going out like a child playing.
ReplyDeleteIt's a difficult form; often it feels forced, but this is beautifully expressed and feels like a natural way to make the statement. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThe best parts of summer are all there!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully descriptive. And there are so many of those autumn days that are still summery.
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