I’m wrapped in the roundness of fall, and for Poetry Friday I’m sharing an autumnal tanka poem and ink and watercolor painting; also for inktober. I’m also sharing a fall poem by Carl Sandburg and one by Mary Oliver.
SEEDS OF TOMORROWS FRUITS
Autumn casts its net
capturing round treasures,
seeds of tomorrows
fruits, ready and eager
to nurture earth‘s nature.
© 2017 Michelle Kogan
by Carl Sandburg
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
Read the rest of the poem at the Academy of American Poets
by Mary Oliver
the black oaks
fling their bronze fruit
into all the pockets of the earth
they knock against the thresholds
the roof the sidewalk
fill the eaves
the bottom line
of the old gold song
of the almost finished year
what is spring all that tender
Read the rest of the poem at the Poetry Foundation
Drop by Leigh Anne Eck’s blog, A DAY IN THE LIFE, for this weeks Poetry Friday Round up, with more poems. Thanks for hosting this week Leigh Anne!