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  • Writer's pictureHiram Larew

Whistling!

Updated: Aug 15, 2023



Carole Anne Kaufman whistles as I read Ode to Stubbled Fields. The poem was written at The Porches Writing Retreat in Virginia, USA.


Here's the link to the recording --


Here's the poem --


Ode to Stubbled Fields


Where mountains blend old

with frost


How morning’s dawn

brings orange to blue

inside us


Where crows that are so fully made

belong

and autumn tends away

or leaves drift behind

Or chosen songs forever hum


Where brambles edge

the less with more

and dark berries of


These marvels come so happened upon --

their early crests

are all there is of knowing


Yes

Where mountains blend only here

with only if

And take each heart its sake

to opened days in stubbled fields





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