Sweet Harvest Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

The days of Autumn pass
The first harvest
And the second
Have been gathered
And the third is yet to come
First the berries and the grain
Then the fruits
And soon the flesh
And I begin moving slower
As I count the stores, the stories
That will keep me through the winter
As I settle into the time
Of contemplation
This year the table may be lean
The weather was eccentric
But my heart is rich with joy
My mind with possibilities
And my bodies grown
In strength
But most of all
I've found
The family
That I'd been looking for
Wise men and women
Who've discovered
That what we have in common
The things we share
Are just as important
As that we keep to ourselves
And that in the strength
Of our diversity
Is the power
To build
Community
So now
As I prepare for sleep
I know
I will dream
Of Harmony
As each voice I hear
Becomes
A note
In
The sacred
Lullaby