Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Tree

Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:

This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here
Come here, little one

And the soul creeps out of the tree.

Poem: All Hallows by Louise Gl├╝ck

Products: patterned paper (Webster's Pages, Pink Paislee, and Basic Grey), pearls (Michaels Stores Inc.), Mini Halloween Bingo Cards (Jenni Bowlin Studios), kraft tree (Bank Creek Creations), Deco Pins (Making Memories)


Renee said...

What a lovely card, Windy! Thank you for the poem, too!

Mel said...

What a gorgeous verse Windy, and a stunning card also. I love the chippy tree this just sets off the stunning design, love Melxx

RoseMillsOhio said...

A sriking card perfectly suited to the haunting verse....