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| Claude Monet The Studio Boat (1876). Public Domain image. |
Hush, the lantern is burning low;
the air is crisp and sweet
on this, our orchard, son.
In the cradle of the river,
before your leaves are changing palette,
before my winter comes—
remember these: my velvet whisper,
and your dreams of green,
when my floating here is done.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
I love this poem Jennifer, a Monet lullaby, and the changing palette of autumn.
ReplyDeleteIn the Triads there are three cups of song: laughter, weeping, sleep. All of them weave this portrait of a mothering heart.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this poem--poignant, gentle, and fierce in its love. The parent knows there will be change--death, a war, or simply time--but yearns for the child to remember what was.
ReplyDelete“ remember these: my velvet whisper, / and your dreams of green, / when my floating here is done” Oof! How nice is this? I live in a place where all the green that is in the landscape is artificial except for Sage. I like the idea of your dreams of green and when floating is done. It shaped such a fantasy. I love it.
ReplyDeleteVelvet whispers and dreams of green...perfect remainders. Fine work. Salute!
ReplyDeleteA velvet whisper is perfect to set the mood in the painting.
ReplyDeletethis is so comforting. lush in the hush! :)
ReplyDeleteI love the poignancy with which this poem is penned, Jennifer ❤️
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