The last melon and the tomatoes are gone.
The first squash and sweet potato are in our stomachs
And there are more waiting.
Oatmeal with maple syrup for breakfast.
Strong winds banging shutters
Howling around eaves of the roof.
Pilot lights, quilts, afternoon naps on blustery days.
11 hours ago
1 comment:
Matt, You wrote a lovely poem. Thank you.
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