When I Look Back

I planted my little garden too late in the season.  

My tomatoes are trying to ripen in October.

I think it is a metaphor for my life 

When I look back on the fields I've sown,

The weedy prose and the spindling rhyme,

I know what I've always known:

So much to do and so little time.

The seasons lean on my sweated shoulder; 

The year is old and I am older

And now is already yesterday.

I envisioned acres of golden earing.

And ripened fruits of a fertile loam,

But it is fall in my thistled clearing,

And I have nothing for harvest home.

by Gilean Douglas

classifcation:  Inspirational