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A July morning
before the sun comes down to
greet the waiting earth.
Nighttime cool
gives way to hazy warmth
that perfumes the air
with the fresh scent
of new cut hay
laying in the fields.
The few remaining stalks of grass
patiently wait
for the afternoon breeze,
music for their slow
and swaying dance.
© by Robert Manchester.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Robert Manchester (1943 - 2022) was born and raised in New Hampshire, surrounded by leafy trees, stone walls, and memories of Robert Frost, Jane Kenyon, Donald Hall, and Richard Eberhardt. He wrote and published poems for 50+ years, admitting that he much preferred writing to submitting, although his work appeared in print frequently. Robert especially enjoyed writing "edgy" poems, he said, about "the underbelly of life--the junk cars, tumbledown trailers, goat pens in the front yard, and the like." In addition to being a poet, he was a lifelong gardener and devoted volunteer at many charitable, educational, and public organizations.
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Janet Leahy:
Wisconsin fields look and smell like this, thanks
Robert for a lovely morning poem.
Posted 07/29/2013 09:47 AM
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Havenwood:
Vivid imagery and soothing flow. Well done!
Posted 07/29/2013 09:44 AM
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hujsaked@aol.com:
Nice. Restores memories, Robert, haying on the family farm in Merrimack, now built over for Mass. commuters. What a kick, the day the new Farmall-A tractor arrived, fully equipped.... plow,mower, etc. like a Swiss army knife.
Posted 07/29/2013 08:50 AM
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Carol Hauer:
I love this. Such beautiful summer images.
Posted 07/29/2013 08:19 AM
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