What is your weather?
So delicate and sure
Sentinal of harvest.
What once glowed gold
Now delicately so tender,
Brown and wilted;
Seeds like rain
Fall from your mane
In one breath of wind
Shaken your stand.
Of all the ancient history
Stored in your very seed,
How does each season
Keep bringing you to me?
So that our fields can grow
Yellow in the fond sun,
So that our vase can be
Filled up with royal thee.
The root of man shall be no different
Then the root of every tree
Growing wildly as advantageous
Over rocks upon the ground.
Each mystery of a turn
Formation of a bud
Callus of a wound, deep
Shimmering in the sun.
As seasons take their tide
Summer turns to Autumn
Transformational energy
Harvest moon howls night.
It excites me
To work each day
Hard upon my stay
A ration here
A ration there
All good things in time
For the field
A root or two
A cleft of grass, too
And patiently
From such small stock
Watch a seedling
Grow to tall
Whereby in time
A harvest comes
All beneath the sun.
How could it be informal
For a season to shift away
Lose ones leaves, harvest frost
Whither and die away.
And in the grand finale,
The final shift of light
Sprinkled with white snow,
A rest forever known.
There’s a warm wind blowin’ ’round here
Sky’s been turning red
Dog keeps pawing at me
Leaves’ve started fallin’ down
I’ve got one too many fancies
Rollin’ on down the road
Keeps my mind a wondering
Even as I lay in bed
Had to work hard for it
Found it in a single apple
That I caught just before it
Found its way to the ground
So I’ll keep watching
For you at the harvest
Little honey bee stay with me
Stay for tea and summer sun
Lingering here in Autumn day
Sweet harvest to where we roam
Toadstools, apples, tomatillos!
Hungry deer may join our cheer
We’ll find blackberry bushes near
A fruit so treasured by all who eat
Stained fingers with every touch!
Fill our bellies till we are silly
Roll around in thigh high grass
To the forest for a midday flurry
A hunt for salal and its fair berry
Garland for every arranged bouquet
That shall join us later as we sup
On lettuce and radish and beets just up
Found over, beyond the trees,
So stay with me, I’ll let you free
Wander over to the cherry, honey bee
I’ll find you just the right sunflower
To sit by, and enjoy delight.
When green leaves turn to brown
And fungus smells all around
There’s going to be a harvest soon
Shovels and two pairs of boots.
When gourds make farmer’s fields
Polka dots and ferris wheels
Big moon’s on the rise
Shovels and two pairs of boots.
When the deepest lake’s turning cold
And chairs are folding up
Cider’s laid to rest
Shovels and two pairs of boots.
I walked along
Not quite sure
Where the trail would lead,
And to my surprise
It turned into
An orchard ripe for harvest.
There, long I tarried,
Long I shared with Gaia’s full trees
A glass of her sweet nectar.
Long I resisted bumblebees,
Long I waned noon’s sun.
She stopped to look at me;
Of course I noticed,
It’s what’s come and saved me;
In the garden that we’ve planted,
In the life that we’ve harvested.
So long nights are star-lit,
Wisdom is a campfire,
Pride is found in a solid axe
And love is what reminds me…
Just like a well worn pair of leggings.
You’re there every night!
Roosters wake me at the break of dawn.
I smell well worn leather
And anticipate your footsteps
Coming to say good morning every morning.