fall poem
Fall Plantings
The morning just right
for planting fall
mums, small pink translucent
Blooming, just before the rains
darken the sky, lighter
after the hail storm
of acorns drumming against the roof
the rhythm of hunt and gather and nest
The earth shifts away
from summer's yawning oven
and into cool nights and pleasant
days when breaths are not just
another source of damp heat
But whispers, down deep in
rich soil, where fragrant
earthy secrets dormant
from another, distant time,
begin to grow.
Comments
Susan
Fall is such a comforting season. I always feel at peace during this time of year. Well, except this year..lol..but you know, normally when the world isn't falling apart I love fall ;)