Lyric night of the lingering Indian summer.....

by G B October. 06, 2020 205 views

Lyric night of the lingering Indian summer...
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.
The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence
Under a moon waning and worn, broken,
Tired with summer.
Let me remember you, voices of little insects,
Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,
Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heavy.
Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,
While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest,
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,
Lest they forget them.

- Sarah Tisdale

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Yashil Dreepaul 1 month, 3 weeks ago

Thank you for those lovely pictures! cherry blossom

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Colin Massey 1 month, 4 weeks ago

#3 Beauty of a shot

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Antonio Gil 2 months ago

Everything is so beautiful in this post. The poem is so rich and lust, and the images complement it so well.

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Adrian Morris 2 months ago

Nice pictures

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Sri V 2 months ago

wow...very nice close-ups! grinning

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