Embarking on this Summer Produce series with
(you can read her latest poem here) has truly stretched me and taught me discipline as a poet. I can’t believe this week’s prompt is our last! Thank you to everyone who’s joined and read our work, it’s truly kept us going.Meanwhile, I’m still playing catch up with last week.
The following poem was scribbled in my journal as a draft in July and had absolutely nothing to do with this series. It’s meant to be (well, it still is) a reflection on this sunny, bright, season. On everything that comes alive in these three short months and how it carries us (me) through autumn and winter. I found a way to include last week’s prompt—summer squash—into this piece because it so happens that straightneck squash is yellow. Or better yet, golden.
And yes, I know fall is still a month-ish away, but consider this poem my attempt at holding on to the last bits of warmer weather.
Be on the lookout for another poem from me by the end of the week (remember, it’s the last prompt in the series!!) along with a special announcement.
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Golden
Summer turns everything golden
when rays stretch over the earth in fleeting magic
Corn bursts up from the farmer’s land
birthed in a yellow glow
and the straightneck squash in my friend’s garden
arrives plump, clothed in its best sundress
Honey trickles down from the hive,
dripping with tiny specks of light
and bumblebees swarming nearby
pause to feed on pollen, dyed by sunshine
But the marigolds, the goldenrods
blooming in their luster-filled colors, leave those to me,
to carry my soul through the darkness
after summer has gone to sleep
Let me ride the coming chill of autumnal winds
on the warmth of their petals
- r.e.g.
Brilliant imagery! The squash’s best sundress…the pollen dyed by sunshine…beautiful!
Ok, the squash’s sundress. That’s brilliant! The shape of it!