July 29, 2016
Dear Subscriber:
Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of
view. This week’s theme is summer.
Today’s poem is a number poem describing a mother in the
summer of her life.
I welcome comments on my poems at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Fruit abounds amid the press of labor.
Old, abandoned plants produce sweet plums.
Rivers run unseen through ripening fields.
The heartscape sings, dreams unremembered answer.
Youthful still, the mother waits and listens.
There is much in summertime to savor,
Hard though the work until the harvest comes.
Revel, then, in what all seasons yield,
Even as each leaf becomes a dancer,
Even as the white world gleams and glistens.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I
chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/fruita.html.
For more number poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/numberpoems.html
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This week’s theme: Summer.
July 25: Summer
July 27: One Late Summer Afternoon
July 28: Elizabeth
July 29: Fruit Abounds Amid the Press of Labor
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