Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Janice at Salt City Verse for Roundup.
Last week I traveled with my 23 year old son across north Alabama, and we passed quite a few hay fields. He was struck by the beauty of the big mounds beneath the brilliant autumn sky... and then when I went to my art file to select a piece of art, there was Monet's "Haystacks" waiting for me! What resulted is a very simple poem. Thanks so much for reading... wishing you a little something joyful simmering today (whatever that may be!)
Monet's Haystacks
Where
what's left
of summer
simmers
- Irene Latham
lovely....simmering on the back burner. I'll take it.
ReplyDeleteI am still thinking back on summer, Irene. I love how it simmers in your thoughts and beautiful poem. There is a brilliance in this poem that places me in a peaceful spot. I tried building my own nest and nestlings popped out of today's PF blog. Thanks for all the inspiration.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the warmth of that painting and your words. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI love these paintings, Irene. Simmers is a wonderful way to describe the end of summer and this painting.
ReplyDeleteMy son is 23 also and we walk a lot, observing the world around us. The sight of those haystacks under the brilliant autumn sky is one to carry always - how serendipitous that Monet's "Haystacks" should then resurface. Simmering - lovely word - I think of the lasting power and fragrance of it.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Irene. I miss driving in the country & seeing those stacks in the fields. "Simmering" with Monet is a nice thing.
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile. I feel like we're still simmering in summer down here in FL. Hoping for some cooler weather soon.
ReplyDeleteA poetry marriage, your words illuminated by Monet’s light... There must be some goodness simmering out there, thanks for your radiating post Irene! xo
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful match of image and words, Irene - I love summer simmers.
ReplyDeleteAs I read this I can see golden leaves glowing in the rising sun. They are a perfect complement to your lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteOn another note, I thought of you last night when my husband and I watched "My Octopus Teacher" on Netflix. You will love it!
I love the serendipity of your travels and Monet's painting, Irene. Your words will 'simmer' in my thoughts.
ReplyDeleteLess is so often more. <3
ReplyDeleteMmmm...how I love that simmering pot of summer leftovers...
ReplyDeleteGreat choice of art this week (and every week), Irene. Monet's series where he paints the same object again and again in different qualities of light -- they're fascinating. Your poem captures the warmth of the hay.
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