Harmless Regrets (42)

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Harmless Regrets (42)

The Osage orange has been
Losing its mind,
Throwing brain-shaped fruits
At passing cars,

Painting the asphalt chartreuse.
It happens each autumn,
Days of harmless regrets—
Gardens unplanted, mornings missed,

Summer stored in sweater drawers.
Along the lane,
On a gate post,
A squirrel has hung a walnut

Hull, neatly as a cap on a peg.
Its uncrushable shell,
Broken in bits. The frozen
Light is too bright to be borne.

By | 2019-11-11T21:41:09-05:00 November 11th, 2019|Farm|2 Comments

About the Author:

Forrest Pritchard is a full-time sustainable farmer and New York Times bestselling author, holding a BA in English and a BS in Geology from William & Mary. Smith Meadows, his farm, was one of the first “grass finished” operations in the country, and has sold at leading farmers’ markets in the Washington DC area for two decades. Pritchard's books have received starred reviews from The Washington Post, Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, NPR, and more.

2 Comments

  1. Judy November 12, 2019 at 9:27 am - Reply

    Lovely

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