Harvest Time Poem by Midifo Yearns

The harvest comes though not today
the wait is timeless, long delay
but come it will and that’s the thrill
of all the planting and the stay.

It’s in the wait the treasure’s found
like bits of silence in the sound.
They come and go, not always heard;
they glide and dive like flight of bird.

But then, like bursting wave upon the shore
the harvester comes knocking at the door
and life, like hour-glass complete,
must now be laid at master’s feet.

Then day is gone and life is done
and we must walk into the setting sun.