Jeffrey Hull

The Piper at the gates of dawn
   Whose pipes sing far and high
With plaintive song for summers gone–
   Regards an empty sky.

Bright feathers flew for distant lands,
   But where did not confide;
The lonely meadow understands
   That here she must abide.

The trees have long since shed their gloves,
   Gaunt fingers now revealed;
The wild wind whispers of her loves
   To taunt the barren field.

The patient land awaits the frost
   Foretelling winter snows;
The meadow mourns her flowers lost,
   And soon will dreamless doze.

The Piper at the gates of dawn
   Whose pipes sing soft for me
Plays low and long for summers gone
   In wistful minor key.


© 2005 Jeffrey Hull

Van Morrison?

This poem really sings jeff!

Thanks for the comments, gentlemen. Always appreciated. Yes, Oz, Piper at the Gates of Dawn is a chapter title in Wind in the Willows, a favorite book of mine since childhood. Kenneth Grahame was the author, and Ernest Shepard was the original illustrator.

I need to read more! Apparently one book a week is not enough. I mean, how deep do I have to go?

Van Morrisson uses the line in a song he recorded called,.........................Nuts! I forgot. Well, it's still a wonderful poem Jeff!

Age...............sigh.