Thursday, September 2, 2021

September

 

a quiet settles

on parks, playgrounds &

wheat field


where do we purchase

to prolong this summer light

& savor the glorious coat of green


we count the wild sun-

flowers & goldenrods yellowing the trail

& wild teasels, with their empty

seed heads, bowing to the cool wind


we fold sorrows 

in deep pockets

as old letters fade

delicate as amber veins

on a fallen maple leaf


the hours go on, un-

shaken by mortal breath,

under the bridge, the river flows un-

tallowed by our thoughts 




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20 comments:

  1. Such a lovely September song ~~~~

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  2. I think we were in the same mood with our poems today... this time when summer is ending but autumn is only preparing.

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  3. Oh, yeah, a lovely capture, Grace. I esp enjoyed both hyphenated un- in the final stanza. drives it home INHO. Salute!

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  4. Grace, the slowing down of the pace and the evidence of season's end and the putting away of other things all evoke peace within your poem.

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  5. The first two stanzas set up a great mood and feel for the piece.

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  6. This is lovely, Grace, such a beautiful description of this time of year. I love the folded sorrows.

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  7. Such a gorgeous fleeting moment, so delicately composed and finely revered. Such things last by not lasting ...

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  8. Captures the sadness of the end of summer!
    JIM

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  9. This is breathtaking, i luv the awe and surrender to nature

    much❤love

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  10. A beautiful September farewell. I am ready for cooler September weather. It has been scorching here in the South.

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  11. Lovely, Grace. Love the idea of "untallowed"

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  12. A beautiful sensuous poem. I love the whole thing really but my favourite stanza is this one:

    "we fold sorrows
    in deep pockets
    as old letters fade
    delicate as amber veins
    on a fallen maple leaf."

    <3

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  13. the hours go on, un-
    shaken by mortal breath,

    A most fitting prelude to Autumn, Grace! Does not matter what is being said, live and let live!

    Hank

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  14. This is beautiful. I was fascinated with the word untallowed. When I look it up Google keeps correcting the spelling to unallowed!!

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  15. I really enjoyed reading this poem. Such beautiful words.

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  16. Grace, the final lines are beautiful with the enjambment adding to the feeling over a river flowing. I love this time of year in Slovenia, we still have plenty of sunshine without the oppressive heat of August. Enjoy these quiet days!

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  17. This is beautiful and I like your line breaks. Well done!!

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  18. A beautiful poem, Grace. This is the time for many changes to make note of in the Nature that surrounds us. Be well.

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  19. I especially like your closing stanza. There is something to appreciate in each season, and life goes on.

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