do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?
when north wind breathes fresh worship
over cornfield of heavy stalks bowed down
as ripe apples bless orchard with abundance
and tumbleweeds dance across rural road?
when crispy leaves gather in harvest pile
over rich soil fully yielded to waning sun
as pumpkins swell with orange-ribbed grace
and squirrel chatters praise for scattered nuts?
do you know what the earth meditates upon in autumn?
The beginning (and ending) question is from Pablo Neruda’s El Libro de las Preguntas.
a poem in my pocket 
Oct 31, 2019 @ 12:58:47
How wonderful. You are blessed to be so close to her whisperings.
Oct 31, 2019 @ 22:07:42
That I am…thanks, Victoria.
Oct 28, 2019 @ 11:00:57
Beautiful, truly beautiful. The words brought a feeling of peace.
Oct 29, 2019 @ 11:21:50
Glad to know my words had that effect, Janice.
Oct 24, 2019 @ 10:13:57
“when north wind breathes fresh worship” — wonderful.
I’m so glad to see one of these where you didn’t use the autumn or winter metaphor as a negative, but to see the beauty in every landscape. Also, I’m a prairie-bred girl, and I love to see someone who appreciates the beauty of the flatland.
Oct 24, 2019 @ 12:10:04
Nice to meet you…prairie land and skies are magnificent!
Oct 23, 2019 @ 14:54:18
Oh I think the earth has been busy and needs her rest…
Oct 23, 2019 @ 14:11:28
It appears that the Earth has a quite a bit to meditate on.
I love your descriptions here.
Oct 23, 2019 @ 17:44:58
thanks 😀
Oct 24, 2019 @ 10:52:21
😊
Oct 23, 2019 @ 12:16:10
Your words are warm, like autumn colors. I smiled at the squirrels. (K)
Oct 23, 2019 @ 17:46:51
Thank you, K
Oct 23, 2019 @ 12:00:49
I bet it does meditate over all that! And over some of what we do not see yet she can. Well done!