
Dirt and flies are no longer your enemies
The battle against them lost years ago
Grooved floors from a million scrapes
Boots and tools set in the back porch.
Here, lunch is dinner
Everything stops at 3pm
For Coronation Street
Peeling potatoes with aching hearts
This is when the children
Get into mischief
And horses lie in the sun
Tails swishing, nostrils flaring
Grasshoppers intensify their pastorale
As the heat of the day peaks
I have only ever seen monarch butterflies in Saskatchewan
Abundant goldenrod frames gravel roads.
Never had I beheld the coast
But I was friends with a gentle ocean
Glossy blooms of blue flax undulating
Waves crest, unbroken by trees.
Generations of border collies
Bear the same name
Why learn something new
When there is so much work to do.
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.




Comments (2)
Fascinating poem and well written, good luck
What a quietly powerful piece—And that last stanza? Whew. Hits like wisdom carved into a barn beam.✨💖