On the Shortest Days
At almost four in the afternoon, the
wind picks up and sifts through the golden woods.
The tree trunks bronze and redden, branches
on fire in the heavy sky that flickers
with the disappearing sun. I wonder
what I owe the fading day, why I keep
my place at this dark desk by the window
measuring the force of the wind, gauging
how long a certain cloud will hold that pink
edge that even now has slipped into gray?
Quickly the lights are appearing, a lamp
in every window and nests of stars
on the rooftops. Ladders lean against the hills
and people climb, rung by rung, into the night.
wind picks up and sifts through the golden woods.
The tree trunks bronze and redden, branches
on fire in the heavy sky that flickers
with the disappearing sun. I wonder
what I owe the fading day, why I keep
my place at this dark desk by the window
measuring the force of the wind, gauging
how long a certain cloud will hold that pink
edge that even now has slipped into gray?
Quickly the lights are appearing, a lamp
in every window and nests of stars
on the rooftops. Ladders lean against the hills
and people climb, rung by rung, into the night.
-- by Joyce Sutphen
Unbelievable poetry. Thanks for posting this! Loved its meter, tone, and the measured words. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteBill, Joyce is a wonderful poet and person. I highly recommend her work!
DeleteAbsolutely beautiful. And for once, I'm going to recommend my blog -- not so much for the writing, although I was pleased with that, but more for the photos. I'm a proud possesor of a new Canon Rebel T6s, and it already has transformed the way I see the world. Autumn is going to be even more delightful this year, as I begin roaming around to see it in a new way.
ReplyDeleteBest to you, and all. I hear it's cooling there. We've been forecast too-much-rain-to-be-out-and-about this weekend, so I have a new post to work on, a camera manual to explore, and my old, battered copy of Woolf's "The Waves" to plunge back into.
Linda, recommend away! I still visit your blog, but I just don't get a chance to comment like I wish I could. Isn't it amazing what a difference a good camera makes? I have that same model. After I borrowed one for a while, there was no going back for me. It helped me see the world more clearly.
DeleteWe gratefully have another 70' day today. What an autumn! It's been the best one we've had in years. Happy reading.
Emily:
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting this warmly inviting poem by Joyce Sutphen. I now want to read more of her work. I especially relate to: "gauging how long a certain cloud will hold that pink edge..." I am a life long cloud watcher, and if there is a hint of color in the evening sky from our library window, I hurry outside to observe it and absorb it. Enjoy our remaining autumn days.
~Warmly, Richard
I love watching clouds, also, Richard. Like many things, I find they are a good metaphor for life. Happy autumn to you, too.
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