Wednesday, August 15, 2012


by Fox the Poetess  c. 2012

Summer's fade
Whether sowing seeds
Or reaping grain
It's still the same old story.
But Old Lugh beams his ancient man grin on the bark
For he knows that no matter the season
There is still a bloom of fancy on the vine
Waiting to be picked.

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Marigold said...

And, yes, Lugh is right! I see there are still some quite beautiful things on the vine. Still, I'm ready for Fall. :)

Anonymous said...

Truly fall is around the corner.

Candy C. said...

I love that garden gate and your poem and Lugh himself! :)

Grace said...

Lovely pictures...I like that there are always blooms waiting to be picked ~

Herotomost said...

Here come the autumn poems...oh how I love them, and this no exception. Loved this.

Serena said...

Lovely photos. It's a great reminder that there is always something to harvest...

Margaret said...

... a bloom of fancy..

very sweet. & I adore the shot of the barn through the arch of the iron fence.