Sunday, September 02, 2018

Poetry Sunday

Ah, September - the month of transition between summer and autumn ... at least, it used to be, before the climate started going berserk, and September (at least here in NoVa) is predicted to be miserably hot and humid. Poet Mary Jo Salter welcomes us to the new month and season ...

Absolute September
by Mary Jo Salter

How hard it is to take September
straight—not as a harbinger
of something harder.

Merely like suds in the air, cool scent
scrubbed clean of meaning—or innocent
of the cold thing coldly meant.

How hard the heart tugs at the end
of summer, and longs to haul it in
when it flies out of hand

at the prompting of the first mild breeze.
It leaves us by degrees
only, but for one who sees

summer as an absolute,
Pure State of Light and Heat, the height
to which one cannot raise a doubt,

as soon as one leaf's off the tree
no day following can fall free
of the drift of melancholy.

Have a good day, and enjoy the rest of your end-of-summer holiday weekend. More thoughts coming.


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