An Afternoon Nap, Maybe

The fruit is hanging low;

It’s late. the season’s over.

If you were here (and I knew where)

I’d find a hayloft for an afternoon,

in my mind of course.
Those sticky straws

green and new-mown as they are,

 are very hard to sleep on. 

I have a feather bed I bought, though.

It doesn’t seem like much to give.

but you might want to wait and see.*

 

* I switched this photo with the blog from four blogs down!