Douglas Pederson Poet Rhyme

Ask No More

Ask no more
Summer has mellowed, gone are the thrills
autumn beds down for winter’s chills
spring will bring on the cheers
same old, same old all those years.

pull up my pillow and pull over my cap
settling down by the fire before I nap
wood box filled from my cutting
life is simple here, no golf putting.

old box radio spills out the jive of the fiddle
aroma of flapjacks hot off the griddle.
time has sure burned away my days
but my blessings  shine from the morning rays.

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Elsia Elle September 30, 2019 at 7:22 AM This flows from start to finish, thematic of this upcoming time of the year for many - nice images throughout the poem, some unique to the poet but drawing the reader in to the poet's world