Notes About The Poem

September Day

September meets with warm embrace,
 quickening the harvest pace,
though looming autumn can't efface 
 what's left of summer's arid grace.

The linen hanging on the line 
 dances with the gust and shine,
while maypops heavy on the vine, 
 with honeysuckle, twist and twine.

The cool grass tickles naked feet 
 while weaned lambs in the distance bleat,
and find some shelter from the heat 
 'neath leafy canopy retreat.

The gentle wind so jaunt'ly plays 
 and tousles copper hair ablaze
like furious dancing autumn rays 
 from Mabon's fiery upraise.

Through rustling leaves the sunbeams glint,
 I catch the balm of sage and mint,
and every herb and floral scent
 blown to me by the wind's dissent.

Breathing deep olfactory prose
 until the old red rooster crows
waking me from my repose
 and from beneath the tree, I rose.

When as I rose, a red leaf fell, 
 wisping down its last farewell;
a changing season to foretell;
 the coming bounty doth compel.

Cicadas loudly buzz along 
 and sing their end of summer song,
o'er by the thorny brambles throng;
 unto the prairie they belong.

By and by, I turned my mind 
 back to the farm and daily grind,
collecting eggs where I can find; 
 inside the henhouse, else behind.

The hens put up a bitter fuss 
 with feathers flying from the truss, 
so I let out an angry cuss. 
 Still, they obliged; allowed me thus.

Upon it all, I took my leave, 
 finished with my blast and thieve
much to the angry birds' aggrieve; 
 giving them a day's reprieve.

Outside the coop, behind the fence, 
 my greedy boar approached me whence,
grunting for his recompense, 
 and so two eggs I offered thence.

Then on, as careful as I might 
 into the farmhouse kitchen white,
delivered up the shelled delight 
 to feed the morrow's appetite.

Upon the ending of this chore, 
 I happened back outside once more,
to watch the day fade into lore, 
 and Luna make her grand encore.

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Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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De Beaulieu Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 8:54 PM
Thvia, you paint a pretty picture with your words. Nice to meet you. have a nice evening my friend.
Roper Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 8:39 PM
Congratulations on your win, Thvia. Hugs Eve ~`*
La France Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 10:44 AM
Thvia, congratulations on your win with this lovely poem!
Shuff Avatar
September 19, 2017 at 5:59 PM
your own competition,i like it, it' in my opinion, the only competition that matters.
Fleming Avatar
September 13, 2017 at 9:22 AM
Charming piece of poetry...truly quite lovely! I like the pagan reference concerning Mabon, Thvia; loved how you worked into the lines. It seems to me that you are blessed in your lifestyle...truly it does...what a lovely way to live! My very warmest regards, Thvia. Your friend. :) john
Shetley Avatar
September 13, 2017 at 8:03 PM
Thank you John. I am a sucker for pagan references and all those magical things.
Sands Avatar
September 13, 2017 at 8:02 AM
Very nice. Excellent Rhyming Thvia :)
Shetley Avatar
September 13, 2017 at 8:02 PM
Thank you for saying so, Heidi!
Dietrich Avatar
September 11, 2017 at 6:05 PM
Very cool idea you came up with for "enter your own competition" I think I know what to do for this one . Just have to get around to it!! WEll done, Thvia.
Shetley Avatar
September 11, 2017 at 6:32 PM
I can't wait to see what you come up with!
Stars Avatar
September 11, 2017 at 11:47 AM
well once again we are impressed with your word gathering talent ... this is longer than I usually read ... but you have a great ability for rhyme scheme and making words easily read ... or so this reader thinks ... once again ... Thanks for taking the time to share your thoughts ...
Shetley Avatar
September 11, 2017 at 11:49 AM
Thank you for your kind words. This is also longer than I usually write. I was concerned with its length, that it may be skipped over, but couldn't find a way to shorten it and still tell my story.
Hinshaw Avatar
September 11, 2017 at 10:28 AM
A captivating write, Thvia! My kind of poetry! Many thanks for your kind comments about the Mother Goose thing - glad you enjoyed. Best to you as you continue your poetical journey - Bob H
Shetley Avatar
September 11, 2017 at 10:30 AM
Thank you for your kind words. I've been inspired lately and am putting forth a strong effort to make my writing more of a priority. Your work inspires me to continue.
Ball Avatar
September 11, 2017 at 10:04 AM
Oh Beautiful. It makes me long for my life back on the farm when things were so much more simple. I want so much to leave the city and return to the country where I truly belong. Great stuff here. God Bless, JB
Shetley Avatar
September 11, 2017 at 10:10 AM
I know what you mean. I grew up in the country and most of my adult life was spent in the city. Once the kids grew up, I decided I needed to return to my roots and bought my little farm. Best decision I ever made besides my husband!
Michael Avatar
September 11, 2017 at 8:57 AM
Nicely done...good description...Enjoyed it...Thanks for sharing...Wonderful day to you
Shetley Avatar
September 11, 2017 at 9:29 AM
Thanks for stopping by, Arturo. And taking the time to comment. This piece was basically my day yesterday. Simple life.
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