After Poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese
After
Rating: ★2.4
Oh, the littles that remain!
Scent of mint out in the lane;
Flare of window; sound of bees; —
These, but these.
Three times sitting down to bread;
One time climbing up to bed;
Table-setting o’er and o’er;
Drying herbs for winter’s store;
This thing; that thing;—nothing more.
But just now out in the lane,
Oh, the scent of mint was plain!
Saturday, December 17, 2011
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10/7/2024 12:08:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Feel myself sitting in a country Homs kitchen with the windows open! Nice picture this short piece invokes!