Photo of red truck and cornfield at Hyde Farms, where the Poet resides. (Kalynn Kirchoff)‘Winter Wore a Raiment White’ and Other Poetry by Neal Dachstadter The Society January 5, 2018 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 4 Comments Winter Wore a Raiment White Winter wore a raiment white, Checkered blue as snow in shade, As he worked, amid the leaves, In the Autumn golden sheaves, Soon my season’s time will come, Ever cool and never glum, Winter wore his raiment white, Checkered blue he took delight, November must abate, and ends Winter, Autumn – greatest friends. Old September Corn “A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast” – Solomon, Proverbs September Corn was worn and brown As snow was falling on the town December frigid; foothills steep The Angus herd stood close as sheep Farm was closing, hands were glad Save for one, a kindly lad Who gleaned the edges of the field And found the spare forgotten yield He took the corn and drove the truck Slow and steady through the muck Beside the creek to feed the cows Golden ears to help them drowse Though gaining naught of strength or wealth His sleep was wrought, at length with health. Fearless The Angus bull, one chevalier, The kind you’d like to buy a beer, Of pumpkin scraps I made a hill, Then there we sat; he ate his fill. You get from him this leader feel; Sort of like a reader, real. Chevalier – a gallant or courtly gentleman Neal Dachstadter is a poet living in Tennessee. His work has been printed in Decanto Poetry Magazine (UK), Western Viewpoints and Poetic Images: the Great American West (Woodinville, Washington), Society of Classical Poets Journal 2015 (Mt Hope, New York), Rocky Point Times (Puerto Peñasco, Mexico) and The Lyric (Jericho, Vermont). A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at the University of Georgia, he deployed to Hawija, then wrote on Lookout Mountain, continuing with Delta Kappa Epsilon International. Berkeley, Ann Arbor, and Athens encouraged him as a writer. In 2015 he wrote in Arizona at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument five miles north of Mexico. Related Post ‘The Garrett Loft’ by Leo Yankevich In garret lofts poor artists have quite often painted women bathing, combing hair inside a nearby mirror… __________________________Your eyes softe... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 4 Responses Joe Tessitore January 5, 2018 Dear Neal, I love your work. I find it thought-provoking, atmospheric and very well-constructed. Joe Reply Neal January 5, 2018 Joe, Thank you for the read and many thanks for the substantial remarks. Your description is exactly what I am after with my writing. Reply Fr. Richard Libby January 12, 2018 Well done, Mr. Dachstadter. I especially enjoyed “Old September Corn”. I felt like I was watching the scene you described. Reply Satyananda Sarangi January 13, 2018 Greetings Neal Sir, All the three are beautiful and pleasing. Regards and best wishes. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.