HARVEST

HARVEST

Time to harvest the shining pumpkins,
To rejoice in the gorgeous gourds.

Time to stop and breathe in autumn and all its rich rewards.

All I need to know is I am yours and you are mine
And we will sail together through the grainy sands of time.

The time of harvest has appeared,
Here in the autumn of the year.
When the air is brisk with a welcome chill,
When the leaves crunch hard beneath our feet.
When we slowly waken to the thrills,
The sights and smells of the season sweet.

The smell of a fireplace caressing the air,
A warm fire burning, with comfort to spare.
And you here beside me, as evening draws near,
Your body warm and precious, my troubles disappear.

Time for apple cider, time for living dreams,
Time for sharing love divine and all that passion means.
Time for chili parties, time for football scores.
Time for jack o’lanterns blazing on porches
And trick or treaters at the door.

Time to gather the gifts of the spirit
That bloom as bright as springtime flowers.
Time to praise the harvest moon for the plenty that is ours.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2009
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