Harvest Season
I enter my harvest season,
Sown in an adult youth of exploration.
The ripening grain has begun to glow
And, my many nightshades abloom in gold.
My horn of plenty awaits me,
After weathering numerous passing
Deluges, droughts, and common disasters.
I see the beauty of the leaves
As they begin to change in the
Multicolor of my new reflection.
The October flowers are fading
On the hard hewn harvest floor.
The dry cracks in the tracked soil
Serve to remind me of memories trapped
In this land of long lingering shadows.
Sown in an adult youth of exploration.
The ripening grain has begun to glow
And, my many nightshades abloom in gold.
My horn of plenty awaits me,
After weathering numerous passing
Deluges, droughts, and common disasters.
I see the beauty of the leaves
As they begin to change in the
Multicolor of my new reflection.
The October flowers are fading
On the hard hewn harvest floor.
The dry cracks in the tracked soil
Serve to remind me of memories trapped
In this land of long lingering shadows.
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