Monday, November 01, 2010

Two Poems for Fall

Theme in Yellow
by Carl Sandburg

I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o'-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.

This is Finnian's version of fooling the children last night. Actually, it was more like scaring the children - several smaller ones did not really want to come ring our bell. I wonder why?

by Anne Stevenson

You sleep with a dream of summer weather,
wake to the thrum of rain—roped down by rain.
Nothing out there but drop-heavy feathers of grass
and rainy air. The plastic table on the terrace
has shed three legs on its way to the garden fence.
The mountains have had the sense to disappear.
It's the Celtic temperament—wind, then torrents, then remorse.
Glory rising like a curtain over distant water.
Old stonehouse, having steered us through the dark,
docks in a pool of shadow all its own.
That widening crack in the gloom is like good luck.
Luck, which neither you nor tomorrow can depend on.

1 comment:

OfTroy said...

I love the photo of the window sill.

how lovely and rustic it looks.

(i know in reality, if it were my window sill, i would want it painted and all one color..)

I know i have a problem--ART is art, and ORDER is order.

Photographed,with subtle details (the faint image of the pumpkin inside the glass, the reflected trees, the blue sky..) it is art.
I love that you see it, and have shared it!

but I also know, i want to touch up the paint on my own window sill, to have them smooth and uniform in color!
(which is one reason i am an artisan, and not an artist!)