Gathering Leaves

Biretta tip to the Laudator

Robert Frost, Gathering Leaves:

    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?

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2 Responses to Gathering Leaves

  1. patrick_f says:

    Very nice. Thank you for that. I have always enjoyed Frost.

  2. stjoeky says:

    What a wonderful pick me up for a fall day! Thank you, Father Z.