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A Northern Equinox
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Lynne Santy Tanner


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The light, lambent on the goldenrod dawn to dusk
and spreading into the valley this morning,
has almost broken my heart.
 
Starting from the high meadow above Danny Hammond’s farm
it illuminated the fields and in the distance,
where hay has been mowed and mounded into rows,
 
it warmed the tractor and the wagons as they waited
for the mower to return.
It has cut silhouettes of cows and placed them against the barn.
 
Now at five-thirty in the afternoon, sowing a rosy tint,
it lifts from the chin to the cheeks to the forehead of my friend Carol,
and is gone, leaving us face to face
in my front yard, the blue chill of its absence climbing my back.

 
From a forthcoming collection, The Brown Thrasher.
Used here with the author’s permission.
 
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Lynne Santy Tanner was born in New York City but has lived for many years in North Carolina. A professional dancer and choreographer, she also writes and paints. A frequent artist-in-residence at the Hambidge Center in Rabun Gap, Georgia, Lynne is the author of two chapbooks and her poems have appeared in numerous publications.


Post New Comment:
Eiken:
I too feel that heart feeling with light of the sunrise or sundown, magical poem, love it. Maire x
Posted 09/27/2012 05:33 AM
Katrinka:
simply beautiful
Posted 09/24/2012 10:11 AM
pwax:
Beautiful use of language. I love your alliteration.
Posted 09/24/2012 07:20 AM
marenomitchell:
The reader is in and follows the light. So good to be there.
Posted 09/22/2012 10:01 AM
rtaylor947@aol.com:
Ah, an eclogue, and so well done. I like the juxtaposition of colors: the golden(rod) at the beginning, the "blue chill" as the day ends. Look at all the things Lynne does with the light: it spreads, illuminates, cuts, sows and lifts. Wonderful poem.
Posted 09/22/2012 09:45 AM
Sherry:
Oh my. What an excellent poem!! I love it.
Posted 09/22/2012 09:43 AM
Carol Hauer:
Just beautiful! I saw it and felt the chill as it left.
Posted 09/22/2012 09:16 AM
Larry Schug:
Lynne, blow me away why doncha? A heart broken by light--I know the feeling, but never thought of it in that way. Thanks.
Posted 09/22/2012 08:51 AM
Kay Sanders:
I love the rhythm of this poem,the way the lips part and touch as I read it aloud.
Posted 09/22/2012 07:03 AM


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