autumn equinox poem

Pamela Hart created this poetry postcard with one of her own photos. We admire the way she nested the poem into the picture for maximum visibility — always a challenge for longer poems on postcards. For the benefit of the visually impaired, though, we reprint the text of the poem below:

Equinox

Then it was over yesterday, the burnished end
of summer, where it had been all along

though I hardly noticed, distracted by the pull
of the ordinary which was so beautiful I spent

an hour or so thinking about how I’d looked
at patterned light on a wall because I believed

in splitting open the mundane. Possibly summer’s end
— the stale humidity, the poured out stories

flooding the house — was there as snow melt
forgotten like an old scar.

But I’d looked away, amused by desire’s low sound
its usual gesture of blue.

9 comments in “equinox”

  1. amy says:


    “burnished end of summer” — love that; it goes so well with the photo. like how the image is sideways on the postcard as well…

  2. pam says:


    Thanks Amy — actually the photo was taken lying directly under that vault of yellow, not sideways…

  3. christine says:


    Stunning photo. I love the perspective it gives me of the tree, the world. And the poem sets a meditative, contemplative mood – it gets inside the mind of an artist.

  4. Michelle says:


    What a exquisite photograph, Pamela! I love the surprise of the last line of the poem -

    “its usual gesture of blue.”

  5. pam says:


    Thank you Michelle!

  6. Suzanne says:


    distracted by the pull/
    of the ordinary…

    … I believed
    in splitting open the mundane.

    Just how I feel today… and I love how the lines of the poem become branches in this context. Thank you!

  7. Sarah Hart says:


    the poured out stories flooding the house…
    that’s beautiful!
    I just don’t understand “desire’s low sound it’s usual gesture of blue”. I love the poem, even in the mystery of that line. May your pen continue it’s healing flow.

  8. Lucy says:


    and ‘amused’by it too! It is most occluded but I love it!

  9. Chris says:


    Pam, your poem and photograph are a striking combination. Beautiful. And I love that patterned light on the wall, too!



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