I walk amongst a sea of pumpkins
making conversation
with myself
in muddy earth terms
laced with mediocre intentions
while each leaf traces lines of worry
drawn from my troubled lips
and my green fruit turns orange
embarrassed by vagaries in my mind
as I weather demanding storms of summer
and change my mind along with autumn.
The harvest of my soul
in orange and green
sprinkled with rains
of promise
and sun rays
glimmering in tradition
despite my influence.
And so, another harvest
to be loaded and carted away
with my heart dragging behind
unconvinced
until spring beckons in soft whispers
with new promise
to plant another year.
Copyright 2008 JO Janoski
Picture: For to be a Farmer by Winslow Homer
promise, spring, next year - hope abounds... You've captured an essence of the picture. as usual, well done - a fan
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem. The line "each leaf traces lines of worry
ReplyDeletedrawn from my troubled lips" shows great parallel between human emotion and nature as a mirror.
Love the insight... one of your best, in my opinion.
ReplyDeleteWell done Jo. Life cycles; a esential part of nature.
ReplyDeletesorry Jo, should have been 'an essential part of nature'. I r a righter!
ReplyDeleteJo, you could teach me how to put "poetry' into poetry. Mary from Meander With Me
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Jo. From the desperation of impending winter to the promise of spring.
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