Saturday, September 2, 2017

September Poetry

"the air is different today  
the wind sings with a new tone  
sighing of changes  
the harvest gathered  
a flower, a nut  
some mead, and bread  
a candle and a prayer  
returning the fruits  
in thanksgiving  
to the grove  
and receiving  
it's blessing  
-  Rhawk, Alban Elfed 


eileeninmd said...

Hello, I love the poem. The seasons are changing, we are seeing the leaves turning colors and some falling off already. I hope all is still good where you are, stay safe. Happy weekend!

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

Beautiful poem -- but it is still hot summer here in Eugene. Hot and smoky. It still feels like summer is over in a way though -- because school starts next week -- even though it's been years since we lived on a school schedule, it just has that feeling.