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Summer’s Friendships part II

26 Oct

On branches that do not bend

Finches chirp, feeling autumn’s wind;

Descending clouds passing in silence,

Settle on top of Red hill.

Winter is coming.

 

Leaves dip, dive, float into piles of dancing;

Before they huddle in the rain.

 

Winter seeks its partner,

Courting fall as it approaches;

Prancing through romantic nonsense

On cloudy fall days;

Summoning the wind,

To push the final rain.

 

The groom will choose his place;

Wether to lean on a fence or drift into open space.

 

Scurrying with memories

On ground not yet abandoned,

The yard, covered with leaves,

Should be raked before the snow.

 

I have to go out.

 

Should I stand and cut wood first,

Bend and bale hay, rake, or kneel and pray?

Or, do all three, as winter

Has been heard to say?

 

I shelter behind stone walls in Center Harbour

 New Hampshire,

Bordered with leaves, ankle-deep, and getting higher.

 

 

I will hibernate in summer’s fallen leaves

In good conscience,

Wrapped in its friendship;

Embracing her beautiful note of good-by

Still feeling her presence.

 

The clouds have settled on top of Red hill

Finches chirp, on branches that do not bend

As it passes, still.

  

Finches Chirping:

“Love will be understood when you miss each other’s presence.

Not your remembrance that turns a season,

Eventually to sleet.

 

Mired in the slush and mud

Where foot prints become engraved

In the sucking sludge of every step

Of promises, that never should have been made.

 

Promises impossible to keep;

As each step unpredictably made.

Encouraged and planned, as only presence speaks,

 of what is seen, and what is  heard.

 

Do not fear the groom.

What A wonderful summer it has been.”

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14 Comments

Posted by on October 26, 2014 in Poetry

 

14 responses to “Summer’s Friendships part II

  1. brian miller

    October 26, 2014 at 4:49 pm

    nice. did a lot of yard work today…out among the leaves and the bird song…soaking up the last bit before it gets burly cold…and i miss it…

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  2. Mary

    October 26, 2014 at 5:42 pm

    Really like the ending to your poem, ZQ!! Indeed, what a wonderful summer we have had…..

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  3. Susan

    October 26, 2014 at 5:45 pm

    Mmm. To hibernate in the leaves, avoiding the wedding ceremony! but the search of the bridegroom for the mate is something no one can miss in this change of seasons. Lovely. Is teh second poem also a product of yours?

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  4. Talon

    October 26, 2014 at 7:14 pm

    The finches have been feasting in the leftovers of summer — the coneflower seedheads. Providing a little color in a fast-greying landscape. I love that you made a romance for the seasons. That will keep me smiling all through the long Grey November to come. And I love the name Red Hill. Conjures up all sorts of neat imagery for me. Just enjoyed this poem so much.

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  5. Donna@Living From Happiness

    October 26, 2014 at 7:33 pm

    I too loved the ending…and love how you described the leaves dancing and then huddling in the rain…I was with them today and this weekend. i prefer to see them dancing.

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  6. Sherry Blue Sky

    October 26, 2014 at 9:24 pm

    Oh what a lovely read this is….I know from photos and movies the spectacular leaf color of New Hampshire at this time of year………we have some, but not to the degree you do. I can well imagine the quandary: rake leaves? chop wood? “Still feeling her presence.” Yes. Me, too. Such a spectacular fall. I love the finches, and the clouds on top of Red Hill. I can feel the scene (with the memory of the photos from your interview. Smiles.)

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  7. Rallentanda

    October 26, 2014 at 9:52 pm

    A lovely good bye poem to the chirping finches and Summer

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  8. Gabriella

    October 26, 2014 at 10:00 pm

    I like the sights and sounds in your poem, ZQ.

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  9. totomai

    October 26, 2014 at 11:48 pm

    autumn is my favorite seasons and i can’t wait for it too come. I know it will be hardwork with all the leaves but once collected, it’s so beautiful….

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  10. Ella

    October 26, 2014 at 11:56 pm

    Fluid and beautiful! I am originally from Maine and miss the brilliance of red~
    Your poem was lovely~

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  11. Abin

    October 27, 2014 at 1:13 am

    brilliant details.that almost choric song of the finches was really great too.

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  12. Torie

    October 27, 2014 at 10:56 am

    So much lovely imagery. I enjoyed reading your words today 🙂

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  13. magicalmysticalteacher

    October 27, 2014 at 12:27 pm

    The reading aloud is a real treat!

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  14. G L Meisner

    October 27, 2014 at 11:30 pm

    A great poem. I enjoyed it and wish we still had finches.

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