Harvest Poem by Michele Burstein

The stark appeal of ancient trees
Unleaved in winter sleep
The timeless night, the star-kissed dome
Is winter dark and deep.

And from that deep, a tiny bud
The promise of new life
Withstands the cold, the drought, the wind
Defeats all natural strife.

Until the spring of sun-warmed rose
Enchants us, moist and sweet
And voice of birds in morning song
Brings life to sallow cheeks.

Soon heat swells fruits and ripens wheat
Earth teems with living proof
Of summer's metamorphic reign
That falls on autumn's roof

Late season of a sleeping cat
Her kittens falling leaves
Surrounds the rich and luscious growth
Spells natural magick weaves.

For nature always takes this course
Gives gifts we all may share
Take what you need with sharing heart
The harvest is so fair.