“A Summer’s Field in Winter”
(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
let us sift through summer’s solemn ashes
let us scavenge rusted hopes from twisted
hulks of yesterdays amid the swelter
and the din of frigid silence
as crows circle
this broad swath the acreage of sorrow
garden of the gods whose feckless mewling
echoes ‘cross the eons and the seasons
crumble into dust as autumn
gives up her ghost
we were never long for this cold world, this
dispensation of abominations
sunset fell before the flax had faded
bleeding out beneath indiff’rent
constellations
paradise, oh paradise eternal
dashed upon the stones of human hubris
we the stewards dined on milk and honey
as our world descended into
oblivion
thus the world was burned and we burned with it
rendered lurking shadows in the gloaming
flesh and bone have failed us as the season
of regrets approaches; we have
earned winter’s wrath
in our dreams we’ll gather wild flowers
fetch the wicker basket for the poppies
crowns of woven larkspur shall adorn us
we will rest among oak shadows
in the clearing
and when we awaken from our slumber
and when we espy the desolation
let us sift through summer’s solemn ashes
in the winter’s frigid silence
as crows circle
(Author’s Note: This poem was originally published in Chewers & Masticadores in January 2023.)
This poem says so much. Powerful words –
we the stewards dined on milk and honey
as our world descended into
oblivion
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Thanks so much, Darlene. Yes, it feels as though we’ve been asleep at the wheel for much too long, doesn’t it? Climate change, war, human rights violations, the threat of authoritarianism, the breakdown of civilization and civility…and we seem content to watch everything burn. I hope it’s not too late for us. I appreciate your stopping by and commenting. 🙂
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The images this wonderfully composed poem provokes seem also those of 2001’s NYC, Penn., and Va/DC. 🌹
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I was thinking about this earlier today while deciding whether to publish this poem today or wait until tomorrow. The staggering violence and unimaginable destruction of 9/11 will be forever etched into our national psyche, and in a small way, this poem’s reference to world destruction does sort of seem appropriate on the anniversary of such an infamous and tragic event. We always thought we were invulnerable, that no one could touch us. We were proven wrong on that day twenty-two years ago. I read your post today about 9/11 and it brought back the horror of that morning. We must always remember so that it will never happen again. Thanks as always for your kind and thoughtful comments. I really appreciate them (and you). 🙂
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What amazingly vivid imagery! I love the narrative and flow of this evocative writing and its tribute to the seasons. ❤
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Thanks a bunch, Layla. I’m happy to know this one spoke to you. Your praise is so generous and kind, and I appreciate it so much. 🙂
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Wonderful work framing the poem with crows circling. Many other details to love about this memorable poem, including your ability to turn haunting images into exquisite beauty.
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Thanks, Michele. I appreciate your kind appraisal of this poem. Something about those crows circling just really stands out to me with regards to the subject matter in this piece. I’m glad to know you enjoyed this one, my friend. 🙂
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You are welcome, Mike. Strong and intriguing visuals and symbolism in that poem. 👏🏻
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This poem is heartwarming. Amazing words written in poem. I like.
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Thanks so much, my friend. Your kind words mean a lot to me and I’m glad you stopped by for a visit. I hope your day is going well. 🙂
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Yes,of course.me too u!
I hope your night Very well sleep. Good night 😴
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Thank you for such a powerful and beautiful poem, Mike! And also for your summer breeze
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Many thanks, Filipa. Glad you enjoyed this poem. I appreciate your kindness so much, dear friend. I hope your week is going well. 🙂
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All is well! Thank you, Mike! 💙
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❤️❤️❤️❤️
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A beautifully written poem, Mike, with such a sad message. I couldn’t help but think of 9/11 but also of our most recent human catastrophe – climate change. What struck me most was the sense of dismay you evoke in the feckless souls as they survey the results of their choices. The human race brings destruction on itself and then wonders what happened, swallowed up in despair and outrage. Some of us will survive, but will we learn?
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Thanks for your always thoughtful comments, Diana. Honestly, I don’t think we’ll ever learn. We’ve had so long to change our ways, yet we continue on the same path of destruction. We have a death wish, apparently. The planet will recover, but perhaps it’s best that we as a species don’t. I realize that’s a dark appraisal of humanity, but hope seems to be in short supply right about now, you know? I always appreciate your visits and your support, my friend. I’m glad you’re here on WP. 🙂
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My guess is that some humans will survive and the cycle will begin again. What a strange species we are.
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One reading is not enough. Wow. 👏👏👏❤️
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Thanks so much for your truly kind comment. I’m so glad you found this one to your liking. *feeling honored and humbled by your support* 🙂
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A haunting time with though provoking times where you bring power to the life’s tragedies we all grapple with Mike. Superb writing💕✨
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Thanks so much, Cindy. It’s a somber warning of a poem, indeed. I hope we heed it before it’s too late. I always appreciate your kindness, my friend. 🙂
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You’re always welcome Mike. Somber and yet well needed and meaningful. I’m always optimistic even in the most dire of times… You know.. it’s my hallmark trademark as you say.. lol. it’s my pleasure, always❣️
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Mike, your poem, as always, evoke s such strong emotion and I can see each image. I did think of 9/11 as I experienced your poem. We need to remember… but can we change? Thanks, my friend, for sharing.
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Thanks a bunch, Peggy. I always enjoy your kind and thoughtful comments. “Can we change?” you ask. Goodness, I hope we can, before we ruin this one world of ours. We’ve only ourselves to blame for what we’ve wrought here, after all is said and done. Many thanks for stopping by. Much appreciated. 🙂
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Oh, this is an utterly sublime poem! The imagery is gorgeous and powerful! These lines, especially, exude solemn beauty, “in our dreams we’ll gather wild flowers
fetch the wicker basket for the poppies
crowns of woven larkspur shall adorn us
we will rest among oak shadows
in the clearing”
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Thanks, Aaysid. I’m happy to know you liked this poem. Ah, yes, the “dream sequence.” 🙂 I wanted to describe mankind’s denial of reality, how we tend to close our eyes and feign sleep (or play dead) to avoid action and accountability, but when we finally awaken, all those wild flowers we dreamed of have turned to ashes and there’ nothing left but that cold north wind and those crows…ever circling…
As always, many thanks for your support and kindness. It means a lot to me and I appreciate it. 🙂
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What a lovely poem. One of the best I’ve read in a while. Thanks for sharing. ❤️
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Many thanks for such a kind comment. I’m a big fan your blog, by the way–you’re an amazingly talented poet. 🙂
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Thank you so much! 🥰
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