Too much spoils the fruit: <br />theft, the inclement weather, <br />a season of loss - <br /> <br />despite the long hours <br />and toil of our arms, our backs <br />stiffened by the wind. <br /> <br />In the flight of these <br />crows – free-wheeling and scandalous - <br />there is much to praise.<br /><br />Jacqui Thewless<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-174/
