Elders

Sunday August 11th 2013

Elders

At night the moon shakes the bright dice of the water;
And the elders, their flower light as broken snow upon the bush,
Repeat the circle of the moon.

Within the month
Black fruit breaks from the white flower.
The black-wheeled berries turn
Weighing the boughs over the road.
There is no harvest.
Heavy to withering, the black wheels bend
Ripe for the mouths of chance lovers,
Or birds.

Twigs show again in the quick cleavage of season and season.
The elders sag over the powdery road-bank,
As though they bore, and it were too much,
The seed of the year beyond the year. 

 
By Louise Bogan, American poet, born on a full moon this day in 1897. She had Jupiter conjunct Mercury in precise Virgo. Here’s a link to her chart. 
 
This summer poem came to my in box from poets.org.

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