Tomatoes
We had our first tomato, the first day of July,
Not found until the next day, and here’s the reason why:
I was so busy working, my life was down-side-up;
Photography has freed me – there is more time than enough.When putting rocks and pebbles, and sand into a jar,
Start with the biggest pieces, you’ll get more in by far;
For sand and pebbles go to the places in between,
But they will fill your jar up where first no rock has been.Eight hours I worked on photos then left it all behind,
Amazed at time remaining, and lightness of my mind;
I kicked myself for missing the gift You’d given me;
You’re right, I’ve time of plenty, far more than what I need.From six until eleven is “A” time on the clock;
My mind is more efficient by twice, so I leave talk
Till later in the morning, or afternoon – that’s “B.”
By evening I am draggy – that time for me is “C”."D's" early morning hours, before the sun comes up,
I’m often at the window to sketch my poems rough;
My left-brain is still sleeping – poor time for me to drive –
But right-brain is quite playful – delights to be alive.It’s quiet in the morning, with dawning eastern blue;
The robins chirp their greetings, some cars are moving too;
There’s mist there in the Valley' before the rising Sun
Comes with it’s warming presence, and starts my day of fun.navigation