Continuity
Winnowing chaff from new-cut heads
Of grain, the girls toss up from trays,
Flat-woven from the grasses there,
The seeds in ancient ways
And let the antique wind blow out
The husks in clouds of gold,
Then bow back down to seek more grain
As in the days of old,
For nothing changes in the dance
Each time the story’s told.
Elixir
They all were young and fair who sat
Under the rustling summer trees,
The copper beeches, lindens; these
Broad green allées of hazel that
Gave shade and silver glints of sun
In rhythm with their part-songs, airs,
And with their sweet dallied affairs
While laughing brooks made haste to run
Away, as time is wont to do,
And youth, but these stayed young and fair
Forever in their summer air
Because their songs of love rang true
Art-Colored Glasses 
Descriptive and visually interesting. Nice work.
I too am a fool for love and nature
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I think I’ve figured that out about you already, my friend! Here’s to such foolishness!
These are wonderful, Kathryn! I especially like the “Grasses” image along with “Continuity’. A wonderful pairing. 🙂
Thank you, my dear! I’m not surprised that someone who photographs seed heads as beautifully as you do would notice that one!
As always, your poems and posts are wonderful, never ordinary.
I appreciate your kind words, Dennis. Especially as I enjoy *your* writing so. 🙂
while laughing brooks made haste to run!! lovely.. c
Thank you, my sweet. I know you are deeply in tune with natural images! One of the many things I so admire in your work. 🙂
The imagery and personification..! Completely blew me away.
Amazing work here. Bard recommended me your blog and I’m glad he did. You’re definitely worth following. I’ll be looking forward to more poetry from you…and maybe other entries too. 🙂
Thank you so much, and welcome here, Bluesander! I will look forward to our conversations . . . 🙂
You have a lovely way with words.
You are so gracious, dear friend. I am very glad they ‘speak’ to you.
You’ve managed to capture both the rhythm and artistry of maids winnowing wheat, painting quite a picture in the process. Yeah, I like it … very much.
Now if they’ll just get to work and make some nice pasta from the grain . . . guess I’ll have to address that in a later installment. But for now, I’m glad you like it! 😉
How I wish I could write poetry the way you do. You express so much in the way you put the words together. However, since I can not, I will just enjoy yours immensely.
Elixir is the one that resonates with me in this set. Thank you for sharing your wealth of words with us, Kathryn.
Thank you for sharing the experience with me, too, darling. I am so grateful for your extensive knowledge of poetry and your sharing it so that I can learn from so many poets and inspiring wordsmiths–all while delighting in your marvelous photos and posts!