EYES OF SEVEN

Author's Note

With one turn
It’s September
Gazing into the page
I am seven
Sitting at my little desk
In my little chair
Staring at large letters
And colossal numbers
Marching around the room
Becoming the season
I am the smell of Elmer’s glue
And freshly sharpened pencils
Textbooks and chalk

In the fullness of harvest
I am peaches and apples
I am tomatoes, corn and beans
The harvest moon is full
Bursting with promise
Showering soft silver light
On a nocturnal world
Yet to taste the silvery frost
Or feel the bitter ice
The brittle blanket
That wraps Earth’s children
In somber slumber.

Reviews

[unsavable_soul]

Very nice Mags,
I really love the first stanza's description of a child's world and the senses that are used. Your description of the harvest moon and showering in silver light were really nice as well, nice read and hope you're well.
Chris

[Mother Maggie]

Thank you, Eyes of Seven comes from my childhood memory...remembering classroom and kitchen with the same fondness. My mom's kitchen was also a classroom where I learned about preserving resources and saving them for times of scarcity. I have always felt the greatest peace in the light of the harvest moon and the hunter's moon...it is the closeness of Goddess and nature...a feeling of home.

I am well and I hope you are as well.

Namaste Brother Chris