Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Advent of November

Lord, have mercy! My house is a demolition zone, starting today. Breaking up old tile to lay new tile. The noise is horrendous. How will I write under these conditions? Noise-canceling earphones channeling some ambient sounds. I hope that will do the trick.

In celebration of silence, this November poem:


*sigh* That does the trick.


Monday, October 23, 2017

Weekly Poem: Autumn, Part 3

Finding poems for this lovely time of year has proven more difficult than I thought. Plenty of Autumn poems, but so many are melancholy or depressing or explore the season's gloomier aspects. This poem by Pound, however, captured the visual magic that so many of us love about the season. And in so few lines.





Monday, October 16, 2017

Weekly Poem: Autumn, Part 2





No more of springtime hopes, sweet and uncertain,
Here we have largess of summer in fee­
Pile high the logs till the flame be leaping,
At bay the chill of the autumn keeping,
While pilgrim-wise, we may go a-reaping
In the fairest meadow of memory!

from "By An Autumn Fire" by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Monday, October 9, 2017

Weekly Poem: Autumn, Part 1




Autumn Movement


by Carl Sandburg, 1878 - 1967


I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, 
       the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things 
       come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, 
       not one lasts.