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Thursday, 25 May 2006

Just As Autumn Edges Out, Winter Creeps In

Autumn is just about at an end now. Winter is creeping in - we had a bit of a frost here this morning. I wore two pairs of socks and inserted woolly liners into my boots. This photo is what we see out our windows - taken about six weeks ago, the colours are even deeper now, and some trees are just about bare.

Hey! It's Poetry Thursday today !

The poem below is about autumn at our place. It was written about a year ago.


inside outside

Stumbling, a late fly
cracks its head
on glass. It wants to go back
outside into a world of orange
where the silver birches
have turned
and an immobile wind-machine
does not, the toy farmer bent
and crazy to crank up
the wooden tractor
as becalmed as the two cats
lying stretched-out inside
on sun-slabs, underbellies exposed
as if they still trust
summer to return
and every so often
one of them purring suddenly,
like a lost aeroplane.


And below you'll find a photo of the wind mobile mentioned in the poem - we call the hapless farmer, destined to never crank up the tractor, Trev (short for Trevor ... a common male name for my generation, and a bit of a joke-name for New Zealand farmers.)

Maybe the wind machine is a bit cheesy, a bit novelty-folk-art-ish, but I like it. I like the way it quietly rumbles in the wind and the way Trev tries so hard to start up the tractor, a grim tilt to his mouth. But I like it most of all because it reminds me of my childhood on the farm.


mab said...

oh such a wonderful, vivid poem...the imagery speaks volumes and says so the quaint. Thank you for sharing.


Lynn said...

Your poem is delightful. Yummy.

Deb R said...

Oh the poem is just lovely. It does such a great job of capturing a moment in time.

I love the photos too. I think Trev and his wind machine are fun! (Are you on the North or South Island?)

Bogart said...

I love Trevor. I love that you named him and made him real, but most of all I love the stumbling fly. You write so that I want to read the next line. Brava.

paris parfait said...

This is wonderful! Great poem and photo of Trevor.

Belle said...

Hello, Chief B.

Very nice poem. Loved it.

An interesting bit about your change of season, how very opposite from us.

I like your folksy little Trev and his tractor.

Catherine said...

Oh, this reminds me of Fred Dagg and his six (was it six?) sons all named Trev
The poem is lovely

Clare said...

'...back outside into a world of orange...' excellent.

And keep up the good work, Trev! You'll get there in the end!

Endment said...

your words draw me step by step through your poem and leave me wanting more

kaleidoscope said...

I love the fly cracking its head on glass, very fresh. Also, "as if they still trust/ summer to return", don't we all? Hey, it is summer here in Canada. Funny for me to think that you are preparing for winter as I am preparing the garden!

chiefbiscuit said...

Mab - Thanks - love that you call it a windmill - makes Trev feel pretty proud too!

Lynn - Thanks - your poems are delightful and yummy too!:)

debr - South Island -near the bottom and where the winds blow! Thanks for your kind comments.

bogart - Thanks - both Trev and the fly can be yours just for the asking!

paris parfait - trev is so groovy! Thanks for your comments.

belle - Trev says "Hi' back. Yes I too am intrigued by the seasons' mirror images!

Catherine - yep it's Fred Dagg all over!

Claire - Trev is encouraged - thanks

endment - Thanks so much!:)

susie - Thanks. It's all a little bit upside down isn't it? Is it you who's upside down or us?

RavenGrrl said...

Your poem is really good ... makes me want to read a whole collection of your poetry. I like the spare quality, and as others have already said, the way your words draw me in deeper and deeper, not letting me go until the last line.

The way you wrote, ..where the silver birches have turned ... and an immobile wind-machine does not I love that - describing a scene by the contrast between what is happening and what is not happening ... it's almost like peripheral vision, seeing sideways, noticing everything around you ... the missing details are as important to the sense of a scene as the inumerable small happenings.

Evocative phrases, for me: stumbling, a late fly ... sun-slabs ... purring suddenly, like a lost aeroplane.

Simple, essential and beautiful! Wow!

chiefbiscuit said...

Thanks RavenGirl - I'll bask now :) in the warmth of all those wonderful comments.

Pam in Tucson said...

Oh yes! what a wonderful poem! It has such richness; every idea leads to so many others - I could read on and on. I love Trevor; may he one day prevail. He and his tractor and wind machine comprise a delightful piece of folk art. Enjoy the breezes of autumn and the changing colours. I'll think of you and your woolly liners as I shed as much of my clothing as I can and still remain within the bounds of decency to brave the 100 deg.F heat of our desert summer.

P.S. I like the new format of your blog. Very attractive and easy to read. The clock is a nice feature - know that as I write this on a lazy Sunday afternoon, it's already 9:20 on Monday morning in NZ. Have a great week :)

chiefbiscuit said...

Thanks so much Pam - and thanks for your email and kind comments re my website. Just lovely to arrive home from work to read your welcome comments - it's made my day! ( I guess it's Sunday evening there by now - and I have already put in my Monday's work! Time for a coffee now ...) :)

Jules said...

Like Clare, I love "a world of orange"...perfect image! Continue enjoying fall for the rest of us!

chiefbiscuit said...

Thanks Jules - I will - it won't be hard, except that there are only two days left and it will be winter! But as I don't mind winter either, it'll be fine. Hey! A fine winter! Now THAT'S worth a thought :)

Cynthia E. Bagley said...

Well... good to see you again. I have been busy busy. :-)

Happy Winter!

chiefbiscuit said...

Hi Cyn - Yes I am having a bit of a break too as I find I need to get sorted and give myself a bit of a blogger-breather ... Happy Summer to you!

abhay k said...

Extraordinary metaphors...I loved these lines...
"as becalmed as the two cats
lying stretched-out inside
on sun-slabs, underbellies exposed
as if they still trust
summer to return
and every so often
one of them purring suddenly,
like a lost aeroplane."
Thanks for sharing..

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Bogart said...

I miss you. I know what you need about needing a break from the blogging a bit. I haven't been on but once in the last week and that was just to repost a poem for Thursday. I did check to see if you posted one. I enjoyed re-reading last weeks. I love Trevor, you know. I hope you things are going good for you!

michelle said...

great poem! :)

mcdinzie said...

good poem and I can so see those cats of yours :)

Hope you had a good time in Q'Twn

mapiprincesa said...

i am missing you but know you're in the same blog place in which I find myself. Hope you are well--thinking of you.

chiefbiscuit said...

abhayk - Thanks for that!

Hi Bogart - Thanks for loving Trev. The poor old bloke needs all the love he can get for all that hard work he does for no return! I've missed you too!

Michelle - Thank you my dear

McDinzie - yes had a good time - work tomorrow now tho - Great catching up with you tonight lil sis!!!

mapiprincesa - I appreciate your kind thoughts more than you know.I am well never fear - just had a bit of a break - taking this blogging a little more slowly at the mo!!

Colorsonmymind said...

My son loves anything like this-they are very cool.

I like the poem too.


'how this all harbours light'