10.10.2008

Gathering Leaves




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?



1 comment :

  1. Beautiful leaves with such brilliant display of colors... a wonderful poem brings back memories from a long time ago and it was nice to read it again... thanks.
    Have a nice weekend.
    ~Michele~

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