Hello November,
Welcome, Poets. I hope all is well with you and yours. This time of year is beautiful in its way, isn't it? I always feel the tug of saying goodbye to my friends, the leaves. They take all the stories we've whispered together since spring. Time to rest, my friends.
Susan Bruck at Soul Blossom Living is hosting our round-up this week with a perfect collection of silly, funny poems to put a smile on all our faces. I am so very grateful to her for these. She makes me want to write some sillies! I just might.
I challenged our Sunday SWAGGERS to write an aubade this month.
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| Merriam Webster |
Last Sunrise of Summer
To find out what one is fitted to do
and to secure an
opportunity to do it is
the key to happiness.
-- John Dewey
We linger this last sunrise
of summer, you and I
each with our work to do
and return to
I have caressed
as many blossoms
as Sun called forth
with its many
green thumbs
your goldenrod nectar
Pungent and bright
our love would heal sorrows--
a tincture for winter nights.
Can we preserve this one last morning? Label a jar in your flowery script sign the date as the title of this poem
(c) Linda Mitchell -- draft
See more aubade poems at:
Reading to the Core
Nix the Comfort Zone
My Juicy Little Universe
Reflections on the Teche
Photo that inspired the poem
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| paper wasp & goldenrod |
Ah, yes. This is a breath of summer morning. Love how the wasp and the goldenrod become a jar of poetry, a tincture for this season.
ReplyDeleteI love this image of the last sunrise of summer--both the poem and the photo. For some reason, it reminds me of the story "Dandelion Wine" by Ray Bradbury. I haven't read it for a long time, but in my memory, it's also about preserving the sweetness of summer.
ReplyDeleteLinda, using the word tincture and bottling the last sunrise of summer, gives me hope for future winter nights. Thank you for the poem and the brightness of the image.
ReplyDeleteI love the notion that the work of sun and bee results in "a tincture for winter nights." Your challenge inspired a lovely batch of peoms, Linda!
ReplyDeleteLinda - what a glorious form and means of celebrating morning! I will need to work on an aubade. You remain a wellspring of inspiration. These lines stir my soul:
ReplyDeletePungent and bright
our love would heal sorrows--
a tincture for winter nights.
-so much to say about the mixture of bitterness and healing, love and memory, and preservation. So powerful.
This is really lovely. I was here looking for your gratitude post from Thursday - where did it go?
ReplyDeleteI'll put it back up in a bit. It was getting confused with Poetry Friday.
DeleteBeautiful photo, and I love your aubade!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery Linda, and goldenrod too!
ReplyDeleteI love these closing lines,
"Label a jar in your flowery script
sign the date
as the title
of this poem"
Such heartfelt parting, thanks.