A motorized voyeur
Driving down the road
By the farm
At the cusp of autumn
A figure toiling in the field, the Garden
In the curtilage of the house and barn
Whiling away a Sunday morning
Movement and color catch the eye
Of the passerby
Blue polar fleece against the cornhusks
And fall’s palette
A hoe cutting the sod and
unwelcome adult weeds
Knowledge of the work, the sweat
The toiling, throughout our lives
Until we return to the dust
From which we came.
9/19/04 14:25 - inspired by a drive on Rte 103 in Bradford, NH this morning and reading about the Fall this afternoon.
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 18,700+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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