Anyway here is the poem I'm working on wondering if I should delete the children stanza and perhaps add an opening stanza to set the stage... What do you think? (I don't have email addresses for the rest of the crew.)
In The Shadow of the Harvest Moon
Storm clouds gather on the horizon
Like old prayer beads on blue velvet.
Honey bees hurry, curtsy on late blossoms
Of aster, fireweed and wild rose
Drunk on the nectar of their own gods.
Life rushes by in sunlight, drags in overcast,
Autumn time wields a slotted spoon.
Barks are bobbing on ruffled pewter
Of the bay, sound and sea searching---
Cornucopia of delicacy for Madame’s plate.
Fat fowl rise from fields of grain stubble
Etch the sky over shortening days.
Children with shiny boots trace initials
On mail boxes, play hop-scotch
Over puddles filled with maple leafs.
Squirrels winnow the October woods,
Wind chimes ring amber and gold.
City lights beckon like confetti. I take a deep
Breath of thankfulness to be home again
In the Great Pacific Northwest.
-Dewell H. Byrd
In The Shadow of the Harvest Moon
Storm clouds gather on the horizon
Like old prayer beads on blue velvet.
Honey bees hurry, curtsy on late blossoms
Of aster, fireweed and wild rose
Drunk on the nectar of their own gods.
Life rushes by in sunlight, drags in overcast,
Autumn time wields a slotted spoon.
Barks are bobbing on ruffled pewter
Of the bay, sound and sea searching---
Cornucopia of delicacy for Madame’s plate.
Fat fowl rise from fields of grain stubble
Etch the sky over shortening days.
Children with shiny boots trace initials
On mail boxes, play hop-scotch
Over puddles filled with maple leafs.
Squirrels winnow the October woods,
Wind chimes ring amber and gold.
City lights beckon like confetti. I take a deep
Breath of thankfulness to be home again
In the Great Pacific Northwest.
-Dewell H. Byrd