'Tis the yellow-golding of the year--
the lighting of goldenrod torches;
the lifting of flowers, yellow as
crayon suns; the lilting of goldfinch
whistles over thistledown;
the yellow light through leaves
above the river's gloaming.
the lighting of goldenrod torches;
the lifting of flowers, yellow as
crayon suns; the lilting of goldfinch
whistles over thistledown;
the yellow light through leaves
above the river's gloaming.
Oh, I love this one, too! You put us there, in that glorious yellow-golding scene! And "gloaming" is, to me, such a lovely word. The poem puts me in mind of Hopkins, a bit -- although your effects are a bit more subtle than his! Yes, thank you for this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I like the vowel sounds in this one.
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