This Week’s Poem - Wendell Berry

This week’s poem is “The Summer Ends,” by Wendell Berry. It is taken from his book A Timbered Choir, which can be purchased by clicking on the the title.

Poems are reprinted on this website with the hope that those reading them will discover new poetry and poets and will hopefully purchase the works of the featured poets.

IV

The summer ends, and it is time
To face another way.
Our theme Reversed, we harvest the last row
To store against the cold, undo
The garden that will be undone.
We grieve under the weakened sun

To see all earth’s green fountains dried,
And fallen all the works of light.
You do not speak, and I regret
This downfall of the good we sought
As though the fault were mine. I bring
The plow to turn the shattering
Leaves and bent stems into the dark,
From which they may return.
At work, I see you leaving our bright land,
The last cut flowers in your hand.

If you like this poem, you may also be interested in reviewing or purchasing:

Collected Poems: Wendell Berry

The Unsettling of America: Wendell Berry

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