A Time of Harvest

The days of dying summer heat give way to Autumn’s chill. The crispness in the air is sweet; the moon too full, must spill. The refulgent Harvest moon marks shorter days, longer nights Ending the growing season before harsh, hard winter bites. A time of harvesting, of sending workers to the field, Before winter’s killing cold, to reap the year’s rich yield. The harvest truly plenteous; our bank’s full measure near. Rejoicing in endless blessings, we pray our words He’ll hear. The season’s intense colors complement our Autumn feast. Wreaths of boldly-colored leaves encircle garden and beast. Our love and faith join hand-in-hand to thank Him for these things, Celebrating triumphant hope, and joy, that Autumn brings.