Monday, September 20, 2010

The Summer Ends




by Wendell Berry

IV

The summer ends, and it is time
To face another way. Our theme
Reversed, we harvest the last row
To store against the cold, undo
The garden that will be undone.
We grieve under the weakened sun
To see all earth's green fountains dried,
And fallen all the works of light.
You do not speak, and I regret
This downfall of the good we sought
As though the fault were mine. I bring
The plow to turn the shattering
Leaves and bent stems into the dark,
From which they may return. At work,
I see you leaving our bright land,
The last cut flowers in your hand.


please note: photo by Maurits Van Wyk

4 comments:

  1. On the reverse side - it's our turn down here for buds and blooms of Spring and the eventual heat and torpor of Summer. Hurrah!

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  2. I am a little sad to see summer go.

    Good luck with grad school! I will be brushing up on my chicken dance.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)