ABRUPTO

10:19 (JPP)

EARLY MORNING BLOGS

2161 - On Fields Oer Which the Reaper's Hand Has Passd

On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd

Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,

My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind

And of such fineness as October airs,

There after harvest could I glean my life

A richer harvest reaping without toil,

And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will

In subtler webs than finest summer haze.

(Henry David Thoreau)