@3So hot so early. Gold light thrown onto the water to feed little animals on their backs@1 - a dream I wake from to a warm autumn day. Dandelion puffs and flies crowd the air. Horsehair and apple-smell. There's an ache in my back and neck and still three cords to stack. Rust-coppery leaves crack their spines. Stark blue days, reminiscent of Greek dawns: harbor light, the undivided waters - think of it! the variable waves. Fantasies lace low tide where pairs of lovers bury the past in blond sand. Because if the universe contracts, it hasn't enough mass to begin again. The million suns painting Spruce Mountain circle and hold at my window. They break the rules, they enter the room, gold-leafing my oak floor. The other day I decided not to have children. Not now.... @3To shut out the light or let it in as I please.@1 But I miss their talk, a language I hear as a breeze to ruffle me. The sun easily hides behind a cloud. Little animals on their backs hate the coming of winter. They scamper suddenly, those that can get to their feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HIS LADY'S HAND by THOMAS WYATT THE BLINDED BIRD by THOMAS HARDY AFTER THE PLEASURE PARTY by HERMAN MELVILLE THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 2. CANTO 8. PRELUDE: THE KISS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE |