Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sunday Morning Peace

We have tons of trees on our property.
What a blessing in summer when they shield us from the hot, hot sun.
Springtime, I have to study hard to find the right spot in my garden pond for the lilies.
Winter, oooooh! Keeps us degrees colder than other spots in the county.
But Autumn? Love crunching them underfoot. Piling them on laughing boys. Even raking them.
Too bad they're not worth a fortune. We'd be rich! Smiles.


Gathering Leaves


by Robert Frost

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.

But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.

I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?

Blessings

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