Harvest

Beautiful colors, so many colors do I see... Maple leaves fall and autumn fragrances now fill the air. Trees now prepare for a long winters nap. The ground now all covered in fresh colors of trees that have lost their foliage and gone into a deep slumber... Yet have we toiled in the hot sun all summer and now it is time to harvest our labor. We rejoice by breaking bread and filling our bellies with the fruits of our harvest. Winter now infringing upon our door step. As bears surrender to nature’s tranquilizer and crawl into their hiding spaces for their long winters nap. Doeth not the fruits of our labor endure until another harvest comes and once again when nature puts the bear back into a deep, deep sleep, while others wait to see what sales the news paper will bring? Some say the harvest is the end, but it’s really just the beginning. Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor