The Eve of What’s to Come
This pink Catawba sky—
could it be the eve before the end?
Prayed-for rain has brought lush
backdrop for whatever comes next.
Grandson clinks through gate, veering
my thoughts from the end
to how each day seeds the next—
a random scattering of what was
thus carries on beneath
this pink Catawba sky.
11 thoughts on "The Eve of What’s to Come"
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Beautiful poem
Grandson clinks through gate
how each day seeds the next—
a random scattering of what was
I like the turn from the end to the seeding of the next day and how that works on two levels. Good work! Enjoyed your poems this month.
Thanks! I enjoyed reading your work also. This is the first time I’ve posted a poem a day and I really had fun doing it. Take care.
Love this hope for the future! Each day seeds the next!t
Very nice poem
to end the month with.
Catawba sky,
grandson at the gate,
life goes on!
Beautiful, Nancy! I love how the grandson (and all his newness) distracts you from “the end.” As it should be! Great move ending on the beginning image.
I predict a happy ending and more beautiful poetry to come. I also like the seeding and grandson as a brighter future!
The form here is brilliant and I love “from the end/to how each day seeds the next—” and the repetition in intro and conclusion.
It’s been a pleasure to read your poems this month!
Thanks for all your thoughtful comments. I am always astounded by the poems you craft – so tight and filled with fresh and evocative imagery. See you next year!
Lovely! Thanks for your exquisite poems this month!
“to how each day seeds the next” is such a hopeful way to frame moving forward from this generative June! And how our past poems carry an energy beneath the surface of what’s to come. I love this thought.
Thanks for your comments and support this month. Best of luck in where your writing takes you next! Cheers!