Philosophical

The Harvest is in full sway upon the haze
Of Autumn rich to the fruit in the fields
But I would lay enamoured by warm rays
Enthralled with color and with marvel yields
To my heart's yearning in the right way there
A place where I have time to listen a take 
To water burbling at the riverside mear 
A gentle caress as sweet as baking cake
But I would be missing the whole affair
To feel a bit left out no sweat to break
With daily chores of chasing aloft air 
But rather then prepare the bed you make:
   For what can we show in these days of ours
   But for some satisfaction in soft hours

The Bluegum By The Mulberry Willow Stream