Once Upon A Little Farm

A Glimpse Into Our Country Life

Song of Summer’s Passing

on October 28, 2012
 
When the dusks and dawnings
develop that crisp chill.
When the suppertime sky
begins to darken.
When the greens transform to
reds, oranges, yellows, browns.
When the machinery lies idle
behind closed barn doors.
Blessed are those who store up
hot, humid, sunny memories.
Sing of brisk north winds.
Sing of pumpkins, laden with frost.
Sing of cornstalks, brittle and dry.
Sing of the eerie call of the
coyotes, wandering past,
under a silent November moon.
Sing of snowflakes –
descending lazily to the cold,
dead earth.
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One response to “Song of Summer’s Passing

  1. lily1281 says:

    love your way with words…Blessed are those who store up
    hot, humid, sunny memories. this line is my fav!

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