“Is this heaven?”
“It’s Iowa.”
“Iowa. I
could have sworn it was heaven.”– Field of Dreams
If I have a
choice in the matter, October in Missouri will be my Heaven.
The colors
of autumn, bronze and orange, butter-gold and green.
The breeze in
the evening, cool with a tang unlike any other time of the year.
Halcyon
skies are crystalline, the skies especially blue.
Cows bawl at feeding time.
Turkeys warble in the misty dawn.
Leaves tumble and wrestle, caught
in a dust devil.
The bustle of combines and trucks, tractors and people.
Yellow corn
hisses down the bed of a truck and into the jaws of the auger. Men hurry, cuss
mightily at mechanical breakdowns, calls of ‘bring dinner to the field’.
Late nights.
Early mornings.
Harvest. Of
Time immortal.
Heaven came
down
And Glory
filled my soul.
Really lovely! Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeletewhat an awesome tribute to harvest time!
ReplyDeletelove it even more =)
Makes me want to go visit my grandparents. sigh.
ReplyDeletelove this.
Then enjoy! And I never heard the sound turkeys make described as warble, but it fits.
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ReplyDeleteLove the Field of Dreams quote, jumped from blogfest too!
ReplyDeleteLOVE Field of Dreams! Iowa? Yep, could be heaven, as could most things in the right circumstance. But we won't know til we get there, will we!
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