The Quest

They came in droves and they filled the store,

Faces straight, they were on a quest.

Carts overflowing, non-perishables,

That they’d safely keep in their nest.

An innocent act, at first it seemed,

But some… oh they failed the test.

They bought, and they bought, and they piled it HIGH,

Leaving nothing, not a stitch, for the rest.


Written for the Word of the Day Challenge: Quest

Crows

Counting Crows

One for sorrow, two for bliss—
Three for serpent’s mournful hiss.

Four for treasure, five for tricks—
Six for the rose that pulls and pricks.

Seven in the garden, eight in the sea—
Nine for the nine that watch from the tree.

Nightmares are silver, dreams are gold—
Ten for the wish in ignorance told.

—Marcella Pixley, Without Tess


I’m interrupting Everything Red due to some unexpected visitors. Apparently there was a crowfest in the neighborhood and I wasn’t invited. I decided to crash the party after hearing the racket. Several of them got excited when they found out they’d have their picture taken. I’ve combined some shots from the shindig with a few effects. I think it pairs nicely with the poem.

Stay Golden

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost


I’ve definitely learned some new techniques over the course of my blogging adventure. That makes me happy! Anyway, I think the filter gives it a bit of a gold tone, so I pulled up this poem by Robert Frost. I thought it was a pretty good fit!

Have a great day tomorrow everyone… TGIF!