Just playing in my new book. I like the way a journal is a container. It holds what I put inside. Maybe tonight, on this last day of November, it will hold a poem. Maybe this poem. Maybe you'll want to read it out loud. It's nice that way. Go on, I'll listen.
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?
I love your journal pages!! I’m so bad (lazy) about doing backgrounds, and they are so wonderful!
Sheila
Thank you for that beautiful poem. I did read it out loud and it was even better that way.
that made me feel all dreamy…you are so fabulous!!!!! my favorite frost poem though is stopping by the woods on a snowy evening…
Thank you for the poem! Really enjoyed it, especially because it snowed a little here today & the fall leaves are definitely a thing of the past!
I did read it aloud and the dog enjoyed it. I hope you did too,although the cold my husband shared with me has rendered me a bit scratchy. I am especially fond of the very last bit of that lovely poem. Thanks.
Did you hear? I am sure you did…
I won my very own ledger bid on ebay… of coarse I am greedy and am bidding on a second one…. you’ve got me hooked woman!!! Question 2: Do you hand or machine sew your signatures??? And I finally purchased my own sewing machine… See your such an influence on me!!!
Ack now I am thinking of other questions for you??? How many signatures in this journal# twelve???
Cheers!