Get Even More Visitors To Your Blog, Upgrade To A Business Listing >>

Two smallish-type poems

Tags: corn
aging

“The man who invented time was a fool.” Dan, circa 1961, the village cafe, Toronto

Waiting

A few dark grapes, some cheese, a bit of bread;

An ear, or more, of just-picked sweet Corn.

It is enough

For now.

Sun going down

Last pick of late corn,

Sun going down in the west.

Delicious, as always.

DSC00508

The real ‘peaches and cream.” Sweet enough.



This post first appeared on Finding Hope Ness | Discovering The Wonder That’s In A Moment, please read the originial post: here

Share the post

Two smallish-type poems

×

Subscribe to Finding Hope Ness | Discovering The Wonder That’s In A Moment

Get updates delivered right to your inbox!

Thank you for your subscription

×