it stared at me
even as I fitfully slept
I could feel its displeasure
unsettle my skin
its impudent expression
impossibly bright
fairly taunting the sky
like some sun who’s refused
to give yield to the night
sternly glaring accusing
but truth is the truth
I have nothing for harvest
no tribute of offering
unto the autumnal equinox
too many summers
have passed with these
acres of mine lying empty
my fields fallen into their fallow
these fingerbones no longer
willing or able of labor
to sow this good ground
with the sustenant crops
of a meaningful life
time has turned itself
inward and down
to a maddening
slow-moving sequence
of days unproductive
of nights unrefreshing
a coldening season
one very long season
of stillness
An excellent choice of cold art to go along with your cold verse . . . Makes me shiver just reading it! Great work! [And that’s no joke!]
LikeLiked by 1 person
the subject cried out for a fresh approach
LikeLike
As ever, when I read the comments of Mr Notehelfer I can only agree with his every word.
LikeLiked by 1 person
cheers, my friend
LikeLiked by 1 person
A truly wonderful poem. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
that’s very thoughtful of you to say – thank you
LikeLiked by 1 person
Strong and clear, like last night’s moonlight!
LikeLiked by 1 person
it was so bright, I thought to take a different approach
LikeLike
at least you are not alone
LikeLiked by 1 person
amen
LikeLike
So the opposite of my own experience with the beautiful Harvest Moon…yet painting a very vivid image of a barren field in the moonlight waiting for the seeds that will bring it back to life.
LikeLiked by 1 person
every approach to a subject is unique
LikeLike
well that was quite good, dramatic even. especially the end… being a cold season of stillness…. SO good Paul! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
many thanks, deb
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haunting and beautiful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
many thanks
LikeLike
beautiful
LikeLiked by 1 person
thanks kindly
LikeLike
This is inspiration.. Thank you very much Paul
LikeLiked by 1 person
I appreciate that most sincerely
LikeLike