It is dawn
Birds are crying out in perfect shards of song
The world turns, the air shifts, it’s true it won’t be long,
Till the Apple buds burst out to bloom and grace the world with their throng
Of joyous petals, laughing at the fact
That something’s wrong
It is day
The daffodils poke out as if to play
Life pushes up from the ground, as if to say
“I am here now, no more fear now, until I fall away”
Bloom brings bees, and bees bring fruit, a message in a way,
“Eat me up as sweet as love then
Throw the rest away"
Throw the rest
It is dusk
The dandelions disperse their ghostly fluff
Wishes destined to float away
We are starstuff.
No different than a handcuff
A cream puff
Life leads to death and death to decay,
“Until next year” we say
“Until the dawn” we
Hi there! Welcome to my column: The Beckhorn Valley View.
My name is Leila. I'm an un-schooling, circus performing, art-loving farm kid who now has their own column in the Eves Cidery farm blog. In my regular column you'll get a Leila-eye-view of the farm, I'll share with you the beautiful scenery of the cider orchards, creative solutions to everyday farm problems, the latest news from the farm dogs, a unique glimpse of my distracted parents and so much more. I hope you enjoy the read and become a regular- have a creative day!