Thursday, September 01, 2011

From yesterday's Writer's Almanac:
This poem captures the feeling so well . . .


September
by Linda Pastan

it rained in my sleep
and in the morning the fields were wet

I dreamed of artillery
of the thunder of horses

in the morning the fields were strewn
with twigs and leaves

as if after a battle
or a sudden journey

I went to sleep in the summer
I dreamed of rain

in the morning the fields were wet
and it was autumn



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1 comment:

Susan Rich said...

Hi Peter,
Perfect poem for fall. I have been a Pastan fan since she read at my high school in the 1970's.