September 2022
Bio Note: September’s optional theme, “A time to reap”, set my mind going, thinking of the phrase “we reap what we sow”. So many consequences of past actions coming to roost in these fraught times of one climate disaster after another, and extreme political actions being prosecuted slowly but surely, even as we struggle with the lasting consequences of a “big lie” and a modern media intent on spreading it. This poem has to do with a personal reaping of what is sown and how we navigate what life seems to throw at, or offer us. Poetry is a powerful means of navigation!
Seed Sower
I gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) The Crystal Gazer
I shall collect them as seeds to sow,
and cultivate a garden there.
See what arises;
how they blossom and grow.
What stems appear; what leaves;
what petals, colors, scents.
I shall rejoice at the bounty, celebrate
riches of depth and variety;
texture, shape, maturity.
I will let a sense of peace; a serenity,
glow in me.
©2022 Marjorie Moorhead
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