Carl Sandburg

(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Tawny - Poem by Carl Sandburg

THESE are the tawny days: your face comes back.

The grapes take on purple: the sunsets redden early on the trellis.

The bashful mornings hurl gray mist on the stripes of sunrise.

Creep, silver on the field, the frost is welcome.

Run on, yellow balls on the hills, and you tawny pumpkin flowers, chasing your lines of orange.

Tawny days: and your face again.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014



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