The harvest comes…

He thought of her,
Across a vast expanse,
As autumn turned to winter
On the plain

Her thoughts were jumbled,
Tumbled, in a dance —
To pull the truth from out of
All her pain

The harvest comes: it comes
When time is ripe,
When that which needs to grow
Has reached its goal

In quiet fields, beyond
The noise and hype,
The harvest comes, awakening
The soul

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4 Thoughts to “The harvest comes…

  1. I always enjoy the symmetry and genuine sentiment of your poems. Keep writing and thanks for sharing! 🙂

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