a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Crowned

Natalia Drepina

Autumn is close
hands still ashen
from summer fires
pick, preserve, ready
for winter's mire

Gather wood
to warm winter
nights a woman
crowned with work
but few delights

10 comments:

eileeninmd said...

Hello, wonderful poem. I really wish we could put fall and winter off for awhile. BTW, I just love your header photos. Enjoy your day!

Karen S. said...

But I bet she's content! Great little poem and I really like that photo!

Plowing Through Life (Martha) said...

Beautiful poem! And autumn is indeed very close!

Farm Girl said...

That is always something I dream about this time of year, the smell and the feeling of fall.
I love your words.

LindaG said...

Hopefully she is happy. Well done, Gail. God bless. ♥

Sandra said...

I am just glad i did not live when i would have to do all she did during all seasons. worn out and no joy in life.

McGuffy Ann Morris said...

Well done, Gail. Nice interpretation.

Lowcarb team member said...

Another good one Gail, and yes Autumn (Fall) is getting much nearer now.

Happy Friday.

All the best Jan

X said...

Oh I would be full of delight. Autumn is my fav time of year, and I love the nip in the air, the woodsmoke. There is much to be done though to prepare. Food to be gathered. Wood to be cut. To make sure you make it another season.

Amber said...

How lovely is this Gail, I really like your interpretation of the image

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