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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Such a lovely September song ~~~~
ReplyDeleteI think we were in the same mood with our poems today... this time when summer is ending but autumn is only preparing.
ReplyDeleteOh, yeah, a lovely capture, Grace. I esp enjoyed both hyphenated un- in the final stanza. drives it home INHO. Salute!
ReplyDeleteSo very beautiful...
ReplyDeleteGrace, 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.
ReplyDeleteThe first two stanzas set up a great mood and feel for the piece.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, Grace, such a beautiful description of this time of year. I love the folded sorrows.
ReplyDeleteSuch a gorgeous fleeting moment, so delicately composed and finely revered. Such things last by not lasting ...
ReplyDeleteCaptures the sadness of the end of summer!
ReplyDeleteJIM
This is breathtaking, i luv the awe and surrender to nature
ReplyDeletemuch❤love
A beautiful September farewell. I am ready for cooler September weather. It has been scorching here in the South.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Grace. Love the idea of "untallowed"
ReplyDeleteA beautiful sensuous poem. I love the whole thing really but my favourite stanza is this one:
ReplyDelete"we fold sorrows
in deep pockets
as old letters fade
delicate as amber veins
on a fallen maple leaf."
<3
the hours go on, un-
ReplyDeleteshaken by mortal breath,
A most fitting prelude to Autumn, Grace! Does not matter what is being said, live and let live!
Hank
This is beautiful. I was fascinated with the word untallowed. When I look it up Google keeps correcting the spelling to unallowed!!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading this poem. Such beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteGrace, 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!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and I like your line breaks. Well done!!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem, Grace. This is the time for many changes to make note of in the Nature that surrounds us. Be well.
ReplyDeleteI especially like your closing stanza. There is something to appreciate in each season, and life goes on.
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