Die in Morning Sun

When we rise to glorious

Sun rising above treeline,

When green becomes ancient

In our vision, then spring brings

Me hollyhocks, tulips in red, glorious

Are these in dark red, deep purple.

Gradient of sun gives color, shape

In petals, leaf, vine irises nearly

Blue, breathe given us, always

Wonderment of spring, water

Most usually most needed, never

Like this year, flood, water, deluged

Each fields standing in water, rain

In fall, blizzard after blizzard. Days

When snow piled above our skyline,

Clear, white, clear brown, white again,

Finally, green showing in April, then

Another snow, white, heavy with wet,

What more could I envision in early May

Green gone into every root, vine

Shoot of grass, rising above, farms

Still deluged, water standing in low

Sinking to bottom of field, tree stand,

Homesteads, family farms, given

Generation to generation, loveingly

Handed from father to son, big

Machinery, tractors, disk and plow,

Mercy of wind with no till, most Sun

\Rising daily to continue each morning,

Pushing up seed, to become ready October

Harvest through November, into dark

Days when sun rises


Published by elgwynone

I was a University and community college instructor before retiring. I also worked in fast food restaurants, and retail stores. I am an ordinary man writing for because I want to write and because my education prepared me to write; BA English lit, MA English, EdS higher education, and MFA creative writing, free verse poetry and essays. Blogs are an answer to high-priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to self-publish his first 1000 copies of the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass because in 1855 poetry did not sell. Most poets make a living in other ways than writing. Wallace Stevens was an insurance executive, and TS Eliot was a banker. Many writers teach, and always there have been writers who have written because they needed to express their thoughts and feelings. They wrote not necessarily to make money but to express "the old universal truths of the human heart" according to Faulkner. Here I reach a wider audience I missed than by self-publishing, and I stand a better chance to reach a wider audience for less expense than self-publishing. I self-published my first books, Winter from Spring, and Meditations on Gratitude; poetry and photo books which were easier to self-publish than to seek a not to seek a publisher company. This blog allows me to write for an interested audience because I write poetry and personal essays. I write for a friendly audience and present to you a slice of my writing. Perhaps you will enjoy what you read.

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