Is there still a garden blogger's muse day? I used to love reading the poetry that everyone posted on the first day of each month. If people are still participating...here is my selection for Nov. 1st...Happy November everyone...the holidays are right around the corner.
Balisha
Lightness in Autumn
By Robert Fitzgerald 1910–1985
The rake is like a wand or fan,
With bamboo springing in a span
To catch the leaves that I amass
In bushels on the evening grass.
I reckon how the wind behaves
And rake them lightly into waves
And rake the waves upon a pile,
Then stop my raking for a while.
The sun is down, the air is blue,
And soon the fingers will be, too,
But there are children to appease
With ducking in those leafy seas.
So loudly rummaging their bed
On the dry billows of the dead,
They are not warned at four and three
Of natural mortality.
Before their supper they require
A dragon field of yellow fire
To light and toast them in the gloom.
So much for old earth’s ashen doom.
Robert Fitzgerald, “Lightness in Autumn” from Spring Shade: Poems 1931-1970.
