When I went to retrieve my poems, it seemed that I was unable to access them. Grrr! How maddening that they are there but I cannot access (some) of them.
But wait! All is not lost. I found some hard copies of them and while this means I must re-enter them, at least I still have my "babies." Funny until this moment I hadn't thought of them like that. Guess I am pretty possessive when it comes to my writings!
By this poem you can see that my approach to autumn is from quite a different perspective. My Canadian Prairie roots are showing.
HARVEST GLEANINGS
Harvest is done- earth can rest
The time has come to prepare
For winter's icy reign.
Little creatures of the earth
Are scampering busily
Intent upon their season's work
Lining and filling their nests.
With leavings from the harvest.
When crops are good,
Gleanings are rich indeed
When the crops are poor
Leftovers too are sparse
It matters not where creatures fit
In the order of things,
All are affected by Nature's capricious works.
So just remember, whether you're
Cleaning up garden, yard or harvest fields,
Spare a thought for your fellow creatures -
Great and small.
Won't you share your leavings with them?
You know, each one is important.
God knows when even a sparrow falls.
Now harvest is done – the earth can rest.
The time has come for all to prepare
For winter's icy reign.
SFS
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A lovely thoughtful poem. We don't live on the prairies anymore, but I once did, before I was married. Now we live on an orchard, and the gleanings aren't the same for the small creatures, but the birds do revel in the fruit, - and in the sunflowers. The leaves of the big plants move and quiver with small birds feeding.
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting, please come back. I'll post some garden pictures for you....
and my first words to you, Shirley - as i read your poetry, you gently bring me to my inner garden, where i discover the colors of life...your words nourish the soul...
ReplyDeletei am still learning from reading poets and i am now beginning to learn from you! i never had formal training - writing poetry began years ago but waned a bit then picked up again when i discovered it can be part of my healing process after a bout with depression. (i had two of my poems critiqued formally by the English-writing local poets.) after two months of medication, i gave it up, focused on altering my diet, and started re-reading the psalms in the Bible. and lo and behold, i found my soul needed nurture, and poetry did much of lifting me from the depths and helping me see in a new light! i discovered the gifts that the depths could bring!
sometimes i find it difficult to begin a verse, but you're right, i too just let a line dangle in my head and there it takes off...
i too embrace the spiritual. the hope that the spirit brings, love, all of life's invisible gifts, unseen by the eye - these are the necessary...
will drop by again next time...thanks for a beautiful blog! (hhmmm...i think you don't need pictures. your words are pictures themselves!)
go gently now...
HIldred and Charles
ReplyDeleteI too fled the Prairie icy winters and blistering summers about thirty years ago for warmer climes - Vancouver Island and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else!
I look forward to visiting your site again. Keep the garden pictures coming - and the recollections.
womanwisdom, I so appreciate your kind words. You see my poetry too sprang out of my depression. When I stopped fighting the depression and began to look for ways to express my misery, as well as my spirituality, powerful healing things began to spew from my mind onto my computer. Voila! Poetry. Hope to hear from you again soon! :) Shirley
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