Happy Poetry Friday and Welcome September…
BEGINNINGS & ENDINGS
Endings and
beginnings
Does nature have a beginning
what about beauty…
Can we get caught up
in a field of fall flowers
tall grasses intertwined
bees anxious for their
last bit of summer nectar–
Watch bee–
As she disappears
into that flower’s love chamber
and rambles in and out of another.
She’s slowing down,
getting sleepy
catching a few z’s on a leaf,
watch her…
How about those curves
only created by nature,
only to dissolve
worn out with late
season’s tears and toils,
but
producing
new seeds—
Nasturtiums, susies, marigolds
for next season’s
beginning…
Are you
breathless yet,
from nature’s rapture…
Turning, churning
summer season
slipping into fall
put aside some
momentary minutes
breathe in summer’s
last breath—
As her season
slumbers out
Breathe in Fall’s
first breath
of new beginnings
and unknown
endings
© 2022 Michelle Kogan
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Lovely, literary, Linda Baie is our host for this week’s Poetry Friday Roundup, thanks Linda!
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Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, & Writing 
This is lovely Michelle. It is making me smile reading about summer ending over there, when I am busily celebrating the arrival of Spring. Together this reminds me about the amazing cycles of life – and the world.
Beautiful! I have paid particular attention to my garden this past month, watching it wind down so that new can begin… thank you! Also, you’ve just reminded me that I need to learn Flight of the Bumblebee on my cello. 🙂 xo
There are so many phrases to love in your poem, Michelle, like “breathe in summer’s
last breath—” and the idea of bees being anxious to grab the last bit. As I watch in my garden, I will think of those busy bees. The drawing is lovely, watching, taking it all in. Thank you!
Wonderful change of season poem, to watch the bee slow down, the seeds fall, the first breath of fall, all waiting for us to notice.
Oh my goodness….that piano playing. How does she do that? She must be part bee! What a delicate turn your poem brings to life. The slowing down, the dissolving. I can’t help but think of aging in humans too. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
Lovely, Michelle–I especially love just the simple pausing question in the middle: “Are you
breathless yet”?
I wrote one yesterday about not being done drowning yet, in summer’s cauldron.
Michelle, I listened to the piano play while reading your poem. I saw a similar scene at a nursery: a bee digging into the core of flowers to enjoy the nectar and then, moving on to another. I was transfixed. This weekend, I am “breathing in summer’s last breath”. September will move me on awaiting fall’s breath. Thanks for a look into an artist/poet’s look at summer.
I love how your poem focuses on the cusp as one season transitions in the next and the question “are you breathless yet?” Wonderful, Michelle!
What a beautiful poem, paired with both your art and the music! I want to be with the bee in that “field of fall flowers”.
No matter how hard we try to capture moments that are beginnings or endings, they really don’t exist, do they? Or maybe they are the same things…