Aftermath Comments

A wonderful poem embellished with superb imagery and a meaningful message.

summer fields, birds, snow, crow, poppy seeds harvesting and the aftermath all words are interlinked each to others. Nature changes itself thru the course of time; The harvest is the time when I reap what I sow and the aftermath is the consequences or after-effects of a significant unpleasant even. In this poem the snow falling, crow cawing and after harvesting time where people feel the scarcity of crops and grains with works. Very poignant poetic expression.

But the rowen mixed with weeds, Tangled tufts from marsh and meads, Where the poppy drops its seeds In the silence and the gloom. Very poetic. tony

Looking on my yard right now, I can relate to Longfellow's description and feeling. -GK

Great rhyming without losing the plot and the flow

And the cycle continues, how we repay to land is the question remains.

An excellent nature poem depicting the aftermath effects of seasons. A perfect classic poem.

Such a beautiful poem of rhyme and rhythm. Imagery of it advances like an artist pondering on a deeper question of destiny where even after best of our efforts what we receive is controlled by destiny.

Wonderful way of description....excellent and too good

Marvelous depiction of transition from one season to another along with the changes in nature's manifestations and the lovely rhythm of the flowing have made this poem exceptionally beautiful. Thanks for sharing it here.

After math, I have English, then P.E., then history...

Wow! This is the pinnacle of loveliness. The rhythm and the rhymes set the readers' feet on the path in the changing seasons of this farmland. This is art from the Master's hand.

Aftermath settles my soul and breaks my heart at the same time. The autumn harvest comes with comfort as well as darkness, but come it must.

With the falling of the snow, With the cawing of the crow, Once again the fields we mow And gather in the aftermath. Not the sweet, new grass with flowers Is this harvesting of ours; Not the upland clover bloom; But the rowen mixed with weeds, Tangled tufts from marsh and meads, Where the poppy drops its seeds In the silence and the gloom. Loved and enjoyed this poem. Great.

a mowing poem with a poppy ending? brilliant!

Mixed with weeds! Thanks for sharing.

...........wonderful imagery...very nicely done ★

I love Longfellow he is by far my favorite poet :)

I think this is a beautiful poem! The word 'Aftermath, ' usually associated with tragic events, here has a second meeting-a second harvest that occurs when the fall harvest stirs the seeds around and causes new growth, weeks later, when winter is upon us. The rhyme scheme is pleasing, the images of tiny flowers among the underbrush are unexpected, and the message is that honest labor has its own rewards.