Monday, July 5, 2010

The Stone of Summer

There were no trees when
the hole was dug and filled and
covered, when the stone of
summer was put in place,
granite remembrance of
what had been a summer

There were no intertwinings of
leaves and branches to filter
summer light, no canopy to
shield the letters and numbers
from sun and wind and rain
and snow, no birds to screech and

There was no closeness of a
summer place to protect a
mourning heart, to wrap its
arms of forest mist around heaving
shoulders, to mute and hide the
pain of a summer

There was only a rise upon a
field and grass and light and
darkness to sit with a
young farmer whose heart was
rendered dull with the
absence of a summer

He sits with her still, singing a
song of lilacs and daisies and
roses, whispering a love,
uttering a silence, as
the roots of the trees
summon the stone of

Over at The High Calling Blogs, L.L. Barkat has issued a call for a Random Act of Poetry on “a tablespoonful of summer.” This particular poem was inspired by a photograph posted this past weekend by Nancy Rosback at Poems and Prayers.


Anonymous said...

Just went over to see Nancy's photo. Yes, haunting, stark. It's cool how you can turn a photo into a beatiful matching poem.

Sandra Heska King said...

Oh. Wow.

Unknown said...

So moving...thanks Bro'

S. Etole said...

I can feel his grief ...

Anonymous said...

oh, this is beautiful!
the words just draw out
so much feeling.

like a chant of love.
a heart beating.
like the sound of wings lifting a bird off the ground.
an echo.

Kathleen Overby said...

an old appalachian folk ballad here. tear jerker. lament.

Anonymous said...

this made me get all weepy. The loneliness--

SimplyDarlene said...

...absence of a summer smile

What a moving poem. Since it is summer in the poem, the farmer's loss still breathes such beauty.

Going to check out the photo.


Maureen said...

nAncY's photo carries such eloquence, and now yours words match it.

L.L. Barkat said...

You had me all the way.