Remembered Laughter Of The Frail Daughter There Beside The Fields Sweet Grasses - Impressionist Autumnal Portraits In Miniature Poem by Warren Falcon

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[Notes jotted while gazing at Impressionists paintings at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, Autumn]


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Among ginkgoes
cloven leaves fall
whose burnished
berries yellow late
melon sweetness
of Autumn days


Among boxwoods
evergreen for no good phlox
blooded leaves settle upon
golden flax of weeds
seed the chilling ground
receiving soundless
lips of grain enduring ice
and ice again


Amidst the sortilege
coo of pigeons in the
distant spired village.

low of legion cattle turning
toward evening millet

mow of fringing grain chafing
toward winter silos


Blue waters at a distance
blue the tails of otters
blue the eyelids of sleeping beasts
nested beneath the earth


Distant crows sound the
morning field beyond pasture

Dew murmurs names upon
passing grasses

Echoing wood gold where,
below, the stream's gash furthers along
slowly murdering dimensions
of width and depth


Remembered gait of young ponies
toward the spring's sweet water

Remembered laughter of the frail daughter there
beside the fields sweet grasses

The daughter, as the water, passes into silence


Remembered laughter beside the old well of the woods


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Spittle on the chin

stubble upon the cheek

she met her love beside the creek


Turned in her sleep

the calling heat gathered

the steep bank in the wood


then fell

as water will

forgetting the blood's

first stain on the long discarded sheet


A woman now she fled toward love

and fed there

but famished still

died there

stuck in 'King James',

entangled in lyrical tongues,

Revelation's virgin.