LOAD Today we carted home the last brown sheaf and hookt the scythe agenst the dry barn wall: the yellow border's on the chestnut leaf, the beech leaf's yellow all. Tomorrow we must bring the apples in, they are as big as they shall ever be: already starlings eager to begin have tasted many a tree. And in the gardens, all the roses done, the light lies gently, faint and almost cold, on wither'd goldenrod and snapdragon and tarnisht marigold. -- John Hewitt (1907-1987)