Good Night Earth
Acorns wrapping on the roof
Rhythmic as a horses hoof
The oaks are dancing soft and slow
Taking rest to later grow
The winds are singing through the trees
Turn loose you leafs, the ground needs feed
The sun retreats, withholds her light
Making for a longer night
The flowers too have made their bed
And soon will sleep with petals shed
Sleep tight nature, goodnight earth
I’ll see you at spring time’s birth.
Excerpt from Pose Prose & Poems (My Thoughts Exactly)
Side note: This is Linda’s audiobook debut. Imagine a British actress narrating southern poetry, better yet listen. I, myself was pleasantly surprised.
by Robert Frost
A tree’s leaves may be ever so good,
So may its bar, so may its wood;
But unless you put the right thing to its root
It never will show much flower or fruit.
But I may be one who does not care
Ever to have tree bloom or bear.
Leaves for smooth and bark for rough,
Leaves and bark may be tree enough.
Some giant trees have bloom so small
They might as well have none at all.
Late in life I have come on fern.
Now lichens are due to have their turn.
I bade men tell me which in brief,
Which is fairer, flower or leaf.
They did not have the wit to say,
Leaves by night and flowers by day.
Leaves and bar, leaves and bark,
To lean against and hear in the dark.
Petals I may have once pursued.
Leaves are all my darker mood.
This is Wordless Wednesday. For words go here.
A Joint Effort
The wine was my husband’s idea. When I told him what this week’s photo challenge was he promptly replied “this wine looks purple to me” and poured me a smidgen from his 32 ounce mug.
It was my idea to sit the glass on the linen napkin beneath the Crepe Myrtle tree and shake the limbs. It doesn’t matter that more blooms and twigs landed in my hair than in the photo, this was fun and something we could do together.
P.S. If you want napkins in that lovely shade of pale blue just toss them in with the next load of blue jeans.