Cool fingers tickle stubbled fields, whose grasses are rolled,
stacked, and stored, escaping Deep Autumn's boisterous frisking.
Wrapped within a red knit scarf, wooly and warm,
I dally upon Grandmother's old stone wall,
languish in heavy, slanted, amber rays,
like a barn cat, content.
Thoughts of seasonal chores, forgotten,
while contentment spirals, settles deep within.
by Margaret Bednar, 11-13-2012
This is for Friday Flash 55 which I will link with on this Thursday after 8pm
I'm also linked with Rural Thursday #143. It is a place where information and photos are shared about what's currently happening in and around rural/country/farm homes. I hope this fits in with the prompt.
|Photo courtesy of my daughter|