Harvest Hymn

Written by: Tamra Amato

When we were born into this world
we were crafted to fit together.
Fragrances of us enchant.
A seductive spice we long for and
find everywhere we nestle.
In loved ones ears, eyelids, neck, 
lips, arm pits, breasts  and yes 
an enormous bright balloon 
rests on our playful hands.
Outstretched— fills the whole sky
We're holding the Harvest Moon while
it bursts bright on crops in the darkest dome 
and incubates with night light
the chants that sing the harvest home.