do you know?

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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.

prairie winds pantoum

 

perpetual prairie wind moans lonely lowing sound

in search of mischief, gust scatters dry leaves along

on midnight prowl, gale must howl like lost hound

across empty fields, wind sings a melancholy song

 

in search of mischief, gust scatters dry leaves along

seeds fly, tree branches sway, wild grasses bend,

across empty fields, wind sings a melancholy song

laundry flaps on lines, blows off, hung up again, again

 

seeds fly, tree branches sway, wild grasses bend,

rusty windmill squeaks, giant wind turbines hum

laundry flaps on lines, blows off, hung up again, again

tumbleweeds twirl, dust devils whirl, grasshoppers strum

 

rusty windmill squeaks, giant wind turbines hum

on midnight prowl, gale must howl like lost hound

tumbleweeds twirl, dust devils whirl, grasshoppers strum

perpetual prairie wind moans lonely lowing sound

 

 


Submitting pantoum poem to dVerse Poets pub with thanks to Gina for explaining this form and Victoria for added encouragement!