“You Too?”

I’m going to prep my coffee pot;
I’ll grind the beans and pour them in the tray
(And sniff the heady brew that wafts my way):
It won’t take long. —You come too.

I’m going to sit and drink while morning wakes;
I’ll watch the sun come breaking through the trees
And dream of many tales or far off seas.
It won’t take long. —You come too.

“The Pasture”
~By Robert Frost

I’m going to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan’t be gone long. —You come too.

I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young
It totters when she licked it with her tongue.
I shan’t be gone long. —You come too.

(It’s the final day of November Poem a Day! I’m in under the wire. I wrote all of the poems except the one that was for this past Form Friday, the Renga. Maybe someday I can pull that one off, but I’ll need someone else to write it with.

Thank you for coming along on this journey with me! Today’s prompt, “You Too?” is a fitting ending for the month. As C. S. Lewis said about the quality that makes friendships, it’s that moment when you say, “What? You too? I thought I was the only one.” I feel like I’ve had that moment a lot this month.

This final poem is modeled closely after Robert Frost’s poem, “The Pasture.” I couldn’t get the final line of his two stanzas out of my head, so I thought I’d create my own version to invite you into my life and home. I’ve included Frost’s poem after mine.)