Jennifer Cahill Poet Prose Poetry

The Golden Fertility of the Harvest

He is the sinking of the final red orange sun of the glowing summer 
Warmth no longer oozing and seeping into the pores as I lie bare under the skies 
Jeweled dewdrops on the morning grass to dampen bare feet all softness under  
And the shimmer on the surface of the lakes like the diamonds in your eyes 

He is the golden cusp pf Autumn's Fertility 
The ritual dance of the scarecrow in the breezes 
(Straw coming loose and flying towards you, most certainly 
will brush up against you and tickle before he ceases)  
 
And this thinner less lumpy all seeing scarecrow  
Seems to be in no remorse: his knowing face will always grin  
And his arms will always be raised in a wave to show 
He will protect the yellow brown stalks that bend before him 
 
He is the crisp wind that caresses the crinkled foliage 
Their rustling like long flowing skirts on a 1940s ballroom floor 
These winds chill the fingers and toes and your face with the stinging red roses  
Yet when winter beckons the retreating light, we will be frozen at its core 

He is silent snowfalls and many winter moons  
And the brown earth beginning to expose itself  
The uncoiling of green and mud beginning to ooze  
And all new life breaking free from its fragile shell

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Rachel St.Cross July 9, 2012 at 12:50 PM ‡ I Would Say That This Astonishing Would Likened As The Sought After Epitome To Be Claimed As Such It Is, Dear Beautiful Jennifer * Also, Its Looks As Though Your Gifted Quill Has Quite A Fan * Smile, I Can Surely As Unto Why * One Of The Best & I Would Venture As To Say, Inspirational Poems I Have Read This Day, And There Have Been Quite A Few Jewels * I Shall Favour This Glittering Stone * My Luv, Rachel ‡

Robert Ludden July 9, 2012 at 12:14 PM An eye opener---and a heart opener-these are very imaginative and for the most part, original metaphors. I especially like the first line of the penultimate stanza. Robert Ludden July 9, 2012 at 12:21 PM Sorry..repetitions below not intended

Robert Ludden July 9, 2012 at 12:06 PM An eye opener---and a heart opener-these are very imaginative and for the most part, original metaphors. I especially like the first line of the penultimate stanza

Robert Ludden July 9, 2012 at 12:04 PM An eye opener---and a heart opener-these are very imaginative and for the most part, original metaphors. I especially like the first line of the penultimate stanza.

Robert Ludden July 9, 2012 at 12:03 PM An eye opener---and a heart opener-these are very imaginative and for the most part, original metaphors. I especially like the first line of the penultimate stanza.

Robert Ludden July 9, 2012 at 12:02 PM An eye opener---and a heart opener-these are very imaginative and for the most part, original metaphors. I especially like the first line of the penultimate stanza.

Robert Ludden July 9, 2012 at 12:01 PM An eye opener---and a heart opener-these are very imaginative and for the most part, original metaphors. I especially like the first line of the penultimate stanza,

Robert Ludden July 9, 2012 at 12:00 PM An eye opener---and a heart opener-these are very imaginative and for the most part, original metaphors. I especially like the first line of the penultimate stanza,

Robert Ludden July 9, 2012 at 12:00 PM An eye opener---and a heart opener-these are very imaginative and for the most part, original metaphors. I especially like the first line of the penultimate stanza,