to the sky
down into the soil
all the while
the bees buzz
the peepers peep
the sun shines
the crickets chirp
rain showers
flirt and flood
until the sun's heat
warms
glorious globes
green and yellow
finally red
calling out for
picking
ripe with sun
till the crisp air
of autumn
ends the music.
C.M. Jackson 2010
For more Magpie Tales go here...Thanks to Willow for another wonderful prompt!
nice. you captured a lot of the wonderful ambiance of summer...leading up to tomoato sandwiches...yum!
ReplyDeleteGreat piece and the ending hit home because with the riping of tomatoes comes knowing that the end of summer is right around the corner and the opening of autumn...bkm
ReplyDeleteglorious tomatoes...lovely post
ReplyDelete'Tis true. Summer and ripe tomatoes disappear at the same time. Nicely told!
ReplyDelete'..the crisp air
ReplyDeleteof autumn
ends the music.' Oh yes!
The signs of summer nicely traced through tomato's 'glorious globes'.
That's one swing Jersey tomato patch waltz!
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I was tickled to see your mention of García Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude in your comment today. Some of the stories about my grandmother's farm that I want to put in the rest of the series seem plucked from that novel and I make explicit references to it in the draft of the coming posts.
a metaphor for life --- and the harvest is when we reap our rewards. So very beautiful.
ReplyDeleteJoanny
I love when the peepers peep.
ReplyDeleteBrian--don't want to ruch summer along but those jersey tomatoes are tasty!! ;-)
ReplyDeletethanks bkm--it is an amazing time ..signaling endings and beginnings..
ReplyDeleteKathew--yes they are glorious!! thanks for stopping by!
ReplyDeleteTw--yes, it is one of my favorite times of year--poignant because summer is over but also invigorating--back to work, school, wool;-)tomatoes make the transition easier
ReplyDeletestafford ray--thank you sir. I read your post and want to know where your tomatoes come from--yowser!! ;-)
ReplyDeletelorenzo--thank you--so glad you agree about 100 Y of S! I can't wait to read your book--c
ReplyDeletewillow--
ReplyDeletethanks! glad to hear you had a nice visit with your daughter--welcome back!
The Season of the Tomato .... my favorite! Loved your Magpie!
ReplyDeleteA delicious write! Your "glorious globes" completely blew my mind! :)
ReplyDeleteYou make tomatoes sound as good as they taste.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful..the full arc of nature!
ReplyDeletewhat a stretched and fun poem.
ReplyDeleteelegant tale!
We picked our first two tomatoes today (calling out for picking!)and had BLTs for dinner! So, a very timely post for me. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteloved 'flirt and flood,' and the ending was great, 'the crisp air
ReplyDeleteof autumn
ends the music.' liked the form too, how it was a straight continuous flow, narrow. fit with the idea of the seedlings. great job!
I love summer too! :-) Especially as represented by those "glorious globes."
ReplyDeletethis was simply wonderful
ReplyDeleteyou captured the tomato and us
reaching for the sun and sinking down roots
and then its time to go
on