Harvest (Poetry)

[SeaDruid]

[Not new, but some friends suggested I enter it]


Harvest

The days turn short and nights grow chill
The wheel of season turns
Hurry home from ancient fields
The warming hearth fire burns.

I pause to watch the changing leaves
Dance down from Oak to Earth
A crazy quilt protecting seeds
That springtime’s warmth will birth.

The gathering of ready wheat
Old tree of apples ripe
Glasses filled around the fire
Smoke of leaf and pipe.

A roast is turning on the spit
A boiling pot of roots
Bread and butter, jam and pie
Kick off your muddy boots!

And in the grove of sacred Oak
The Druid friends do meet
And as their hands are joined once more
The circle is complete.

[Branbeith]

Wonderful images are swirling through my head!!! Thank you entering it. You have my permission to keep submitting the "old stuff"!


peace from the grove

[Underground River]

The days turn short and nights grow chill
Chill? Chill? It's freeeeeeeezing here! Such an understatement...
:lol: Great poem, SeaDruid. Very nice imagry...I am definitely feeling the chill of autumn.
Green Druid

[Kaya-Nita]

i like how this one flows and the raost turning made me very hungery

[lupiana]

A feast of poetry! Thank you for sharing!

[SeaDruid]

The days turn short and nights grow chill
Chill? Chill? It's freeeeeeeezing here! Such an understatement...
:lol: Great poem, SeaDruid. Very nice imagry...I am definitely feeling the chill of autumn.
Green Druid

I hate to say it, but where I live the temperature was 70 F this weekend, so I'm just imagining the chill!

[Caritas]

A little bit of witchery going on in that one! I could just picture the hedgewitch puttering about, adding energy here and there....

Nicely done! Blessings, Caritas

[Fae]

I pause to watch the changing leaves
Dance down from Oak to Earth
A crazy quilt protecting seeds
That springtime’s warmth will birth.

That's it! Beautiful.....