Thirty-Two

July 30, 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 comparing a thirty-two year old to a slowly ripening summer field.

I welcome comments on my poems at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Thirty-two's a slowly ripening field,

Hot and happy in the summer sun.

Intense and long, the days are filled with light.

Reason knows that past the blue is night,

That all that ever is will be undone;

Yet for now that letter is still sealed.

Time moves slowly, certain of its yield,

While gentle breezes through the barley run.

Odd wisps of memories float high and white.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/32.html. For more number poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/numberpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Summer.

July 25: Summer

July 26: It’s Been So Good to Have You as a Friend

July 27: One Late Summer Afternoon

July 28: Elizabeth

July 29: Fruit Abounds Amid the Press of Labor

July 30: Thirty-Two