Late Autumn Fields

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Miguel Gómez Losada
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Driving through the late autumn fields
the moldy hay lies ruined in its rows
the Almanac having misled the farmer
who was caught unprepared for rain

And on their vines the green tomatoes
hang swollen and split by the water
Every year it is one thing or another
bears the brunt of flood or drought

But the seasons do not wait for grace
Bad harvests of our years lie stacked
like tumbleweeds against fence lines
dry and brittle whistles for the wind

Still the cows were fed and gave milk
the hens somehow managed to lay eggs
the bank didn’t foreclose on the house
our love worn by a lifetime yet lingers

“Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?” ~ T.S. Eliot

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Late Autumn Fields

  1. Maureen says:

    You continue to amaze with you writing – especially that third stanza I love…

    Like

  2. John says:

    Pleasing and calm. Very nice, Peter.

    Liked by 1 person

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