The Midst Of The Harvest Poem by Daniel Fortuna Jr.

Here I am in the midst of the harvest. A cool & gentle wind dancing upon my face; the air inundated with the fragrance that eminent s from the leaves in which I carelessly rustle my way through.Leaves that, at one point, were seemingly glowing with the richness of life.A life that, through the perpetual entity that is time, gradually faded; turning from one color &from one texture to another as they meet there inevitable fate.For I see them falling from the sky; dancing gingerly before me as they land upon the ground of the eternal slumber.I contemplate for a second upon what I see. I acknowledge the parallel as I come to the unsettling epiphany & inescapable reality; that it's fate, is my fate.
However, before I meet this inevitable fate, I acknowledge the fact I am in the midst of the harvest of my life.Forthe seed wassown many years ago; for like the pumpkin seed I was cultivated with love & devotion, with the diligence & ambition of those responsible for my existence; being given the essentials as I grew ever so steadily through the course of that perpetual entity amid the season of growth.For the time has now come that I reap the fruit that has grown; to reveal it to the world & give it the nutrients that it needs; to finally use what has been fostered through the years. Here I stand in the midst of the harvest..