Monday, 6 September 2010

The Last Day

On the face of it, no change:
as you walked down
the heron unfolded himself
and took to the air,

the kingfisher still flew by
like a streaked bullet,
the fish still jumped out
for the hell of it -

but wait a little and you know
something's different:
it would be easy to say
there's a chill in the air

but there isn't. Perhaps
it's inside you: you know
nothing lasts and this
is the end of a Summer,

and that thinking too much
is no good. Even so,
you find yourself grieving
there, by the river.

Written for this week's Poetry Bus, driven by Pure Fiction.
Photo by Karen Rivron


George said...

Lovely poem, Dominic, one that I can relate to. On with the next chapters of our lives. We need only keep summer in our hearts during the midst of winter.

The Bug said...

I've been mourning summer's end a bit myself. I will be VERY salty the first day I have to wear a coat to work. Sigh.

Niamh B said...

awww, sad and sweet

Titus said...

Beautifully understated.
Just a taste of Autumn in the wind today, I was thinking.

Peter Goulding said...

The river symbol is a powerful one. My wife detests the onset of autumn.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Tis a lovely poem ( one of your best?) as people have already said and it doesn't pay to think too much and I feel all the things in this poem.Just can't wait for next summer now.

Pure Fiction said...

Love the understatement in this yet there's so much going on under the surface (and above it).

Helen said...

I am blessed to live where four seasons are the norm ... can't imagine not having that seasonal transformation of body and soul.

Beautifully written.

Rachel Fenton said...

All this Northern hemisphere bemoaning the end of summer - spare a thought - we're just emerging out of winter down here!

This is a gorgeous poem and the imagery is stunning.

Anonymous said...

The poem's simple form and quiet voice renders the sense of lachrymae rerum within a contemplation of the passing of summer the more poignant. A fine poem, Dominic. Definitely a keeper!

John Hayes said...

Quite lovely--Eberle & I watched a heron on a recent canoe trip & they really do "unfold" themselves!

The Solitary Walker said...

I really liked this poem, Dominic. A lot.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Absolutely beautiful Dom - one of your best, I think - and the photograph is lovely too.

Jinksy said...

It's the spirit of Autumn that creeps up on us so silently we don't realise it's there. :) You captured it beautifullu here.

Dominic Rivron said...

Thanks for these comments, everybody.

Karen said...

This is lovely. It reminds me of my favorite contemporary poet Mary Oliver. High praise, Dominic.

Poet in Residence said...

Lovely poem. I think "the end of a Summer" carries a hopeful sadness. So it will come round again; that is to say that another Summer will. It's grieving maybe because it's about things, birds, ourselves all getting older.

Dan Baker said...

A lovely poem! Sweet sorrow. We are just heading into summer here in Aus, so this feeling is a couple of months away for us yet.

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AquaMarina said...

Dominic - there's an award for you to collect from my blog - congratulations!

Dave King said...

Stunning, both the poem and the photograph. Enjoyed the rhythms of the former.

Jingle Poetry said...

smart piece.

Jingle said...

Welcome attending poets rally week 33, link in a poem, visit 18 poets, done,
Poetry awards assigned upon completion.
Happy Friday!
Thanks in advance for the attention!