Summer Night, 1913, by Albert Bloch
Vetr and his daughters
step out of their summer chalets,
yawn, stretch,
exchange nods across the valleys
and begin to descend.
They tiptoe and stomp,
gracefully glide or slump down to rest,
leaving a touch of frost here,
early snow there,
across the autumnal landscape.
They may admire the warm-hued leaves
or pity the farmer's harvest,
and spare their chilling touch
for a while. They may not.
But they walk along,
change drifting in their wake
as they go south
for the winter.
Aestivation: dormancy during periods of heat and drought
Vetr: Old Norse for Winter
Your poem is perfect for Bloch's art! A former co-worker of mine hails from Norway .. she would call out 'Vetr is coming soon' when the leaves began to change colors!!!
ReplyDeleteoh my yes I get it! We just moved to a higher altitude-colder even tho more southerly and dryer climate....it's all about ATTITUDE! cheers
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ReplyDeleteBeautifully realized take on the prompt...
ReplyDeletei am glad for now they have spared the farmer....very cool take on the prompt though giving person to the coming of the seasonal change...
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful write ~T~! :-)
ReplyDeleteJust wonderful...the personification of nature itself...love it!
ReplyDeleteI'm so ready for old Vetr...
ReplyDeleteI don't look forward to it, however you make it appear more pleasant than I believe it to be. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful invocation to the Frost King ! , long may he spare your Garden
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