Harvest
by Leslie Noyes
Fall sun brandishes
Her autumn hued wand, alight
In burnished bracken.
Gather for harvest
Wielding scythes in rhythmic strains;
A song of plenty.
Most luscious bounty,
Gifts wrested from verdant fields
Labor’s sweet reward.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
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Your post was my inspiration.
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Thank you very much
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I’ll say it again: this is a form of poetry with pictures you excel at! Lush and autumnal
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Thank you! A photography/slice of life blogger I follow, Derrick Knight, used the term “burnished bracken” in one of his posts and I stole it.
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All great writers, composers and artists “steal” some things from somewhere!
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