“After All the Harvesting”
By Kerri Nicole McCaffrey (c) 2015
Inspired by Gerard Manley Hopkins
When even time can be tasted
and perhaps filled fanciful,
but lo, I am tired
having collected apples
raspberries
dragged the walnuts back
by the black sack full
and the fire
crackles in all its hickory
dickory pop and spark
yellow flamed and orange dock
ah, lull—
and the homely hens
out by the dangerous
hawk-hiding and owl-eyed fen
are to their roost finally settled
and the implements
placed away
under the dimpled wild mint
scent and dappled
moonlight rising
light, then—
Lord, give me nothing
much
to do—
But look at the easy indigo
balm and healing
geese and swan
cool sort of Octoberesque
sight and breeze
snort and breath
out there in the meadow
neigh and night
moon off silky back and light
as tune of lyre
they rest—
amid fairest breeze and
ah! such sacred willow.
Lord, give me nothing
much to do
except contemplate
feather, reflect Father
clear eyes
fiery west—
You.
Kerri Nicole McCaffrey
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