HARVEST OF LOVE
Dry August and an abundant harvest,
fattened the cows, not to mention me.
September's mustering clouds
and cool winds rustled my mind in preparation.
October leaves rattling in the winds,
astounding breaths of life,
these colorful trees of fall
through my window kept me in awe.
Quickly, time started stealing,
shortening days to keep me on my toes.
Wandering through the light snow covered fields,
the morning's hoar frost shivered me and my icy fingers.
December blizzards and mountains of powder
wrapped me in a blanket with a steaming cup of tea,
seated by my window,
as it continued to amaze me.
March thaws and wet days promised the strength of the coming year,
but matters not what it say,
I will sow again,
praying for yet another dry abundant harvest of love.
9/25/2015 © A & J Juman the 'Said Poet'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem