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