Sunday, October 5, 2008

Fall Planting



When the chill of the days

Suits my contrary ways,

I will tie my hair back,

Gather some things from my shed,

And work on my flower bed.


I can plant bulbs, or spread leaves across the ground,

And these grey days can be the most relaxing that I've found;

I will hold Lady Winter back,

Gather what I can from the final days of fall,

And be grateful for it all.


And if I lose my ring,

Well, I should have been wearing gloves;

I've lost so many things--

My youth, the years, and so many


Oh, so many


Loves.


But when the chill of the days

Matches my contrary ways,

I won't hold my emotions back;

I can blame the wind for my shiver and my tears--

It's just conditions of atmosphere.


And if I lose my ring

Well, I should have been wearing gloves;

I've lost so many things--

My youth, the years, and now also you,


My Love.

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18 comments:

Art and Poetry said...

It is very nice I love rhyming poetry!

S.L. Corsua said...

Lyrical piece. I've enjoyed reading it out loud, and, with a strum, would've loved to sing it with a guitar. It flows beautifully.

Cheers.

Marty said...

Words that rhyme are amazing to me
I love the strength of this poetry
The weaving of words, the building of song
The rhythm the make us sing along
Across the distance all I can see
Is the power your words hold over me

Sharkbuttocks said...

great work, Shay! the rhythms are very compelling.

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, everyone. Marty, I loved the rhyming reply! And welcome to the Word Garden, SL. :-)

susanna said...

Your poem is very visual. I can just imagine you out in the garden on a cold, grey day, planting those bulbs,thinking of someone else.

Wordcrafter said...

What a lovely rhythm and rhyme, pensive and nostalgic without being dark. Also so tactile, the feeling of the hands working on the flower beds, I can almost see and feel the soil on my hands.Al;so I like the repetition. And if you lose your ring:) there will be bulbs in spring, who knows... inside one of them there maybe another ring. I loved this Shay.

Fireblossom said...

ooo, Susanna and Wordcrafter, two of my very favorite gals to receive comments from! :-)

I strive to put my readers "right there" in a sensual way. Your kind comments let me know that I've succeeded, here at least!

And Wordcrafter, I love that, about the new ring in the spring; it appeals to this old romantic!

Gretchen said...

Just beautiful!

Nichole said...

Get the gloves and use them, sweetie. Get so tired of you losing your rings!! *smile* Loved the poem.

Mama Zen said...

This is gorgeous!

Fireblossom said...

Welcome to The Word Garden, Gretchen! I'm so glad you traveled here for a bit! :-)

Fireblossom said...

Nichole, sister mine, I know I am always and forever losing rings, aren't I? I guess that means that I would make a very poor lemur! I would have such a plain tail. *sniff*

Fireblossom said...

Mama Zen, welcome to The Word Garden! I'm pleased you liked my poem. :-)

Cynthia said...

Wonderfully full, like life a bittersweet contentment in the
voice. You're the maiden of
repetiton shayfire.

Fireblossom said...

oo thank you, Cynthia. I am fond of it, but it has to be done just so to work. ;-)

George said...

Being a long time gardener this struck interest throughout your words. Nice...

Fireblossom said...

I'm glad you enjoyed it, George. Welcome to the Word Garden!