Love’s First Spell

It was on an evening hayride
We were snuggled deep in straw
Our blankets were wrapped together,
As the wind was bitter and raw.

We traveled with the moonlight
As our heartbeats struck a single beat.
The revelers alongside us
Seemed to melt away- discrete

Her hair touched my cheek softly,
As we crossed a darkened road.
I brushed aside stray snowflakes
From red cheeks exposed to cold.

I think about that special night
When first loves was in the air.
In time I’d learn that love was fleeting
For those just learning to care.

I wonder where she is tonight,
I hope she’s doing well.
That though the year have come and gone,
I’ll remember young love’s spell.

-Clarence Holm

Seasonal Renewal

I woke up the morning expecting the trees to be completely stripped by the sustained 40+ mph winds we had in the region yesterday. Much to my surprise, the fall colors are brighter than ever. It seems all the softwood trees (like cottonwood) had their dull brown and tan leaves knocked off. Now only the deep greens, Reds, yellows, and scarlets are left.

It’s like the whole season has been renewed.

I think it is time to harvest the Honey Crisps apples and pick up some pumpkins… It’s hayride time again!