harvest

Flower Farm

bees and butterflies
work the fields
beauty is the harvest

piles of wood
wheel barrels of apples
surrounded by the harvest’s securities

time is the harvester
of a crop that grew
to feed the earth

the spirit farmer’s
ephemeral harvest
is autumn light

gathered
sunlight and stripes
abundance of gourds

calico corn
hot pops red
or as hominy harmony

considered square
these old time rectangles
are far more picturesque
than newfangled marshmallows

each bale contains
a cycle of seasons
the circle of life

first light
stretches across the acres
that are harvest’s home

wassail the oldest apple tree
beseech a fine harvest in spring

the growing season
takes flight
on an asparagus feather

one petal at a time
in the soft September sun
the bee labors in love

corn waits
and holds a place for her sisters
beans and squash

marigolds provide
bounty for
the final forage

The garden’s harvested bounty
carries a weary spirit towards spring
in the colors of dried petals and the promise of seeds.

The emerald table is a sacred place
where the forest kin celebrate harvest.