Oh, Boy, Mike B. and Diane M. are coming for a visit. It's a great day for a walk in the woods and a lunch before they depart later this afternoon. Here's a little fall poem to announce their coming.
We have stretched a tarp over the farm.
It covers the rush of last summer's
Produce tucked into cellar
Jars and freezer bags.
A mist settles over the marsh
Cattails wave more slowly wetted
And the cattle are milling
Now, their favorite bedding,
Reed canary grass, matted;
No longer a comfort from the wind.
Chickens seem to notice
Scratching like crazy
Forlorn too as the crawlers
Dig in from the push of frost.
Colors evaporating
Air filling with earth-tone smells
Trees stretching silenced by sun's
Abandonment, while I linger
Inside bidding farewell
In this prayer.
Ron and Lyn on Blue Moon Farm....
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