02 October 2014
Seedheads, Missoula, Montana
Seed Heads Bursting Gold Light by Jeff Hardin
"We need to busy ourselves with memorizing autumn
in the puddles down the drive. A single
forgotten reflection makes all the others tremble.
I didn’t think twice as a boy, lying prostrate
to watch a dandelion bend with the breeze.
Amazing! I knew already what to do with my life.
I’d wager Solomon, had he lived nearby,
would have taken long walks in the sage grass field,
just to watch how seed heads burst with gold light..."
Please venture here to read the remaining two verses of Jeff Hardin’s evocative poem.
Labels: autumn, creek, Creekside, Fall, Grasses, Jeff Hardin, Missoula, Montana, Seedheads, Seedy Grasses, Water
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