September Fire

Stopping by Malnati’s Meadow

–Richard M. Berlin

Stopping by Malnati’s meadow I see

he has rolled his hay into huge round bales

ten feet tall, almost eighty scattered near

and far in the late summer sun. A red-tailed

hawk claims one for his perch and waits

for his mate, while overhead a pair of kestrels

flash cinnamon wings against a cobalt sky.

Yesterday, my eighty-year-old mother

tripped and fell over her own two feet, nothing

injured except her spirit, my father dead

almost half my life, my doctor-wife treating

kids on the other side of Lenox Mountain,

me standing here alone like the maple

Malnati left in his meadow, green leaves

catching the sun’s September fire.

Watch Dr. Berlin read his poem:

(Used with the permission of the author, published in The Country Doctor Revisited, KSU, 2010)

Dr. Berlin reflects on the beauty of autumn in a hay field. Practicing rural brings us closer to nature and the joy that comes with watching and listening day in and day out through the change in seasons. What have been some of your treasured moments in your rural setting? How does living close to nature rejuvenate you?


One response to “September Fire

  1. Michael Kaplan

    Love that meadow…great watching you Rich recite in it.

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