Pashons, Shemu
I
The golden sun dips, below the horizon is where it grips
Shemu will arrive early, farmers in a flurry
The final grains trickle, time not mickle
Sickles drawn, scarecrows menace gone
The coming of the harvest, standing in the shadow of the darkness
(2017)
Copyright © J.J Bell | Year Posted 2022
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