Joanna

(You might wonder why I post so much. Almost every day. Well, first of all, it's because these thoughts have been accumulating throughout my life, and I've written a lot. And secondly, I'm leaving for a month soon and don't want you to miss me while I'm away.)


- What is it you do, Joanna?

Stitching up a little belt -
White, and red, and green so brightly...
One small stitch is all I felt.

Don’t you glance outside, Joanna,
Summer’s time will end so fast.
Leaves are falling from the maple,
One by one as days have passed.

Do not fret too much, Joanna,
Fall is far, the road is long.
In the fields beneath the sunlight,
One haystack will soon belong.

Smile for me again, Joanna,
Sew that belt with steady hand -
White, and red, and green so brightly...
Stitch by stitch as we had planned.