Thursday, September 25, 2014

"The Hoarders"

inches toward wintry
crevis, waylaid momentarily, tossed,
turned, by terrier nose and toddler toes, curious
to see where it goes.  Indignant squirrel shakes its tail
as unearthed is its precious stash and toddler laughs to see
the little brown “bedtime” cap -   Buzzin’ bees dart to and fro
between goldenrods and astor,  gentle noise disrupted
by six legs and a tail blazing a trail off the beaten path.
Two heads together, tousled and weary, lick and giggle 
as they reminisce, regale day's numerous adventures,
tongue and cheek no longer flushed, but cooled
against cotton pillow, softly breathing their way
to sleep, dreaming of a tomorrow of down-
filled coats and well stocked pantry
their hoarding a little 
less urgent.

by Margaret Bednar

Just thought it would be fun to repost this poem.  


Kerry O'Connor said...

What a gorgeous photo, Margaret. You have such beautiful children. This is so special, start to finish.

Mama Zen said...


Brian Miller said...

ha. love the concrete acorn in your words...that is art....smiles...and heartwarming as well in content...smiles.

Hannah said...

Brilliant concrete poem and I love the image, Margaret!! :)

Ginny Brannan said...

Beautifully done, both poem and image of you child! Loved this!

grapeling said...

MZ took my line! ~