It's back to school time (next Wednesday in Windham). For both children and adults alike, there is a blend of melancholy excitement that fills the air. These juxtaposed emotions are also found in a work by Jane Kenyon:
Three Songs at the End of SummerPlease stop by Dori Reads for this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up. Have a great weekend!
A second crop of hay lies cut
and turned. Five gleaming crows
search and peck between the rows.
They make a low, companionable squawk,
and like midwives and undertakers
possess a weird authority.
Crickets leap from the stubble,
parting before me like the Red Sea.
The garden sprawls and spoils.
Across the lake the campers have learned
to water ski. They have, or they haven’t.
Sounds of the instructor’s megaphone
suffuse the hazy air. "Relax! Relax!"
Cloud shadows rush over drying hay,
fences, dusty lane, and railroad ravine.
The first yellowing fronds of goldenrod
brighten the margins of the woods.
Schoolbooks, carpools, pleated skirts;
water, silver-still, and a vee of geese.
You can read the other two songs here, or in Collected Poems [811.54 KEN].
Photo © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.