Postcards Of The Mind

Authors

Robert E. Bieder

Keywords

Poem, Poet, 41

Abstract

You would think by Autumn one would know

That blue cornflowers close at night,

That raccoons call to each other down at Blossom Creek, .

That dry corn stalks speak of winter to the moon.

In Spring,

l stole swiftly through the flowers· and the corn

To see her,

Whom I chased that summer through the cornfields,

Chased her down the rows that whispered in the night,.

Until I caught her and we fell in love.

Recommended Citation

Bieder, Robert E. (2019) "Postcards Of The Mind," Swiss American Historical Society Review: Vol. 55: No. 3, Article 3.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/sahs_review/vol55/iss3/3