A Note till Tomorrow

Some of you have probably been looking forward to my promised story or stories. I have not forgotten. I have had to be away from the computer too much lately. I hope sincerely to have some freedom in that respect tomorrow. But here is my first-prize winning poem.


THE SCENT OF SUMMER©

Between the meadow
and the ditch
I dig asparagus, as wind
wafts over planted fields,
encircling cathedral spires
(that some call pines).
I scent twice-turned earth
as sweet as new-cut hay
so fresh, so brief,
one could miss knowing
the thrill, the joy,
of all this. ♥