Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Wild Peaches

When the world turns completely upside down
You say we will emigrate to the Eastern Shore
Aboard a river-boat from Baltimore;
We’ll live among wild peach trees, miles from town,
You’ll wear a coonskin cap, and I a gown
Homespun, dyed butternut’s dark gold color.
Lost, like your lotus-eating ancestor,
We’ll swim in milk and honey till we drown.

The winter will be short, the summer long,
The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot,
Tasting of cider and scuppernong;
All seasons sweet, but autumn best of all.

Elinor Wylie


  1. Elizabeth! Your own blog!! I love the agave and your sweet photo. I miss you! This is just lovely.

  2. laure,

    hello! thanks for the kind words, this blog is a new and fun adventure!