September. Poem by Liza Sud
September.
The dales are transparent and clear
and sadness stretches in gardens
bushes' ruffle, the birds I can't hear
In the sun cabbage makes me feel happy.
September, my dear, you came,
Through the veil of rain and bad weather,
And pestered my soul's hem
And again I know happiness there.
But very quiet like a dream
that does no harm to any -
As a distant bell's ring
That elevates to heaven...
September, my dear, you came, Through the veil of rain and bad weather, And pestered my soul's hem And again I know happiness there.........deeply envisioned. In september we fetch rain and bad weather really still we enjoy. Marvellous poem. Thanks for sharing. .....10
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4/19/2024 1:41:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This so beautiful and very, very tender. This poem touched my heart as I read it and I read it very as if the could last a month, stretching out these feelings so that they became permanent and September itself would never give way to October, And we would just exist in a perpetual late summer, always in the cusp of the harvest, forever rich in the prosperity of harvest but ever using it or spoiling it. And we could name this time after a play by Horton Foote - TENDER MERCIES, That's the vision your poem gives to me. Thanks Liza for the vision!