September

August

Summer is a great time to take a vacation, if just to get away from the life of it all. Getting away can bring time of reflection or scenes of beauty often passed by or unable to engage with in everyday life.

This week I took an unplanned vacation from my grief. The funny thing is I didn’t even realize it till I stumbled upon a scene where a garden was in its full, soon after, this poem, titled, “September,” appeared on the blank page before me. Understanding oneself is often hidden, lying beneath the soil of our soul. These words are written from a man hoping his love will one day find.



September
By Scott Newport


Awakening life
She softly flows
Around the trestle
Of her blooming
Garden

Her hair reflects
The colors of
The summer
Reds and greenish
Hues

The stillness
Of the morning
Blue reflects
Her produce
Exposing morning glory

Hidden eyes of
Silent admiration
Look from far away
Wondering what
To say

In the
Standing tree lines and
Windless fields of
Golden grey
Speechless he can’t look away

As she leans
Over to prune
Her shears splice
The beauty of her
Life as a mother

In one way or another

Writing can be so cathartic. I can feel the heart you put into this one. Great work. I look forward to reading more of your work.

I really like your writing style, hope you will continue to grow with us and share.

God Bless.