Harvest Poem by Susan Lacovara

If I, to harvest, today,
All, that is ripe and delicious
And beautiful...
To place before you,
So to let you feast...
til' you've fattened,
and filled up...
content, and lounging lazily
in fields of lush green..
my appetite would then be satisfied.

If I, poised, and pluck the hanging apples,
from the inviting Autumn branches
and pefectly present them,
as a gift, to share with you
an offering, in simple appreciation
for the way you love me...
would then, our hunger be stilled...

If I, to gather grains and grapes,
armfuls of adoration, and acceptance...
baskets bursting with the bountiful laughter
you blend into my each and every day
would we praise life, in ample thanksgiving

If I, to harvest the very breathe
That you fill me with...
Like a gentle rolling breeze,
through the crimson crumbled leaves...
And quietly rest my head in your lap,
Closing my eyes, just for a brief,
but all too beautiful moment...
And enjoy the riches received
from the harvest that is you...
Would you continue to walk with me
Through fields of gold