Sunday, September 09, 2007

Harvest Time

Her eyes have squinted tracks on sunlight
more years than first glance would show;
a smile flushes out a flock of stars
from a temple with priests of lightning and rain.
She dreams with the maidens of poppies,
but still walks with children of cloth and steel.
It won’t be long before tears make mud of earth,
and her harvest filtered through clouds and light.

14 comments:

floots said...

it's that time of year
and getting to us all in different ways
i wish mine had been as beautiful as this
cheers

Janice Thomson said...

Oh my...outstanding Pat - in every way! Something to be read many times.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Winter is inevetible and only some do it well. It is a good and caring picture. As Janice said, it is worth many readings.

Cathy said...

Lovely imagery!

Masago said...

Brilliant!

Don Iannone said...

Pat: This is really good. I like these lines especially: "She dreams with the maidens of poppies,
but still walks with children of cloth and steel."

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

this is beautiful!

gautami tripathy said...

"She dreams with the maidens of poppies,
but still walks with children of cloth and steel."

Tangible paralleled with the intangible?

Katie McKenna said...

Stunning!!! I keep reading and rereading this... so lovely!

sage said...

that's beautiful... what a beautiful metaphor--a woman aging gracefully, a season surrendering to time.

It's getting cooler up here--we're suppose to have a few mornings this week in the 40s.

NINANINA said...

i love this one!
NINA

polona said...

wow!

bre32 said...

beautiful description

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I love the flock of stars it's such an unusual image - a beautiful poem