Harvest Poem by Barry Middleton

Harvest



that gust of wind
reminds me that the world lives on

fall has come
the tropic fall is subtle change

and yet I know
another season passes on

grapes ripen
beyond the maple thicket path

a neighbor tests
the harbinger of ripened air

and I will dream
of mango gold and harvest moon

Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: seasons
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