Linda Pastan, 'September'

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Cross-post from war_poetry:

September

it rained in my sleep
and in the morning the fields were wet
I dreamed of artillery
of the thunder of horses
in the morning the fields were strewn
with twigs and leaves
as if after a battle
or a sudden journey
I went to sleep in the summer
I dreamed of rain
in the morning the fields were wet
and it was autumn

by Linda Pastan

Comments

[alwaysashipper.livejournal.com]

I love this! Thank you for posting.

[duathir.livejournal.com]

I am glad you do; you are most welcome.