Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Gathering Leaves by Robert Frost

Gathering Leaves
by Robert Frost

Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?

8 comments:

  1. The leaves are quite beautiful and the poem is neat or so I think. I don't have any colored leaves falling here yet. Soon though as we have had one nice frost though somewhat scattered.

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  2. This is very nice... special poem and the leaves are beautiful.
    ~Michele~
    Mountain Retreat</a

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  3. That's great! Thanks Denise! I'll be thinking of Robert Frost while raking leaves this month! Maybe some thoughts of my own will come to me!

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  4. These are pretty, you captured them so well.

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  5. Thank you for your comment at Glasgow Daily Photo, I really appreciated it. This photo is gorgeous - I love the reds of the leaves.

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  6. My favourite season to photograph, and here's why. Lovley study of red on green. Well spotted.

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  7. Great picture and poem! Enjoyed them!

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