Friday, October 30, 2009

Glory



There’s an echo of summer’s lace




It’s resonance richer for the age

A deep glory in what we expect




in the air of June’s wistfulness

No cast falls over this Autumn sun



So alive you can hold it in your palm


The promise of our summer creation



is now fulfilled in the birth of time.




Smiles from the (glorious) farm,
Lisa

3 comments:

  1. Wow! That is beautiful! Did you write it? I will eat 10 Peanuts in your honor!

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  2. You're so poetic today...I enjoyed your written words with those lovely images.

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  3. Hi Lisa, you hit it out of the ballpark today, Char

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