This week’s Poetry Friday is hosted by Kathryn Apel
The writing group I belong to meets on Tuesdays. This is always an incentive to have something to share: a work in progress, an idea to be fleshed out, a piece that has been revised. This Tuesday, I had nothing. I wrote a Slice of Life, however, as a way to jump start an idea I’d been mulling over: how my perspective of winter, my first here at the farm, had morphed since it first arrived in November.
Then, with an hour to go until writer’s group, I “found” this poem in that Slice of Life, with a little inspiration from a quote from Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden: “If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”
Going to Walden.z 
Burnett’s quote is good, glad for the inspiration to ‘look again” & though somewhat sad, I like your words, “colors that bled away” & then that new look! When something is new, it is a challenge to find beauty. Thanks, Tara, for sharing part of your new life.
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I love the “Wyeth-scape” and the way you’ve described it. Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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Oh, this is lovely. Finding a poem inside a story or essay can be such fun. I especially love the description of the flattened grass!
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What a beautiful poem. You have been blessed – with your -scape, your words, and your perspective.
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Tara, this poem makes me sigh with happiness. As I grow older I love the “off” seasons more than ever. I love finding the beauty in the husks and flattened meadow grass and the grandeur of those corn stalks. Your poem makes me feel like a partner in your finding. Thank you. I look forward to more.
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This poem is a paean to slow, close observation. The sun-bronzed cornstalks, the feathery, flattened grass do not appear to the casual glance, only to one who walks through the landscape, watching. Thanks for giving me a view of your first winter at “Walden,” and happy new year, Tara.
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I grew up in a place most people can’t wait to get through as they make the long haul from Kansas to Denver and the mountains. It is flat and dry and almost completely treeless. I think it was a function of living in a place devoid of obvious beauty that taught me to look closely and appreciate light and shadow and patterns.
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This is so lovely, Tara. We should all be more mindful of Burnett’s words and “see that the whole world is a garden.” I love those “sun bronzed cornstalks” and the “feathery beauty” of the pasture grass “dusted with morning frost.”
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