Cornucopia
Cornucopia
The season arrives and and I must prepare
my horn of plenty will be dusted soon
to garnish anew with all fruits and greens
and feed my Muses with such tender care
a broken horn that Zeus had repaired
gather together the sweet and green food
to satisfy and reveal a new mood
to replenish my empty soul again
abundance anew resembling a coup
awaiting for now a new time to pend
when the season flows and then recedes
the horn is placed in a flowered bed
while all around it new buds will arrive
My cornucopia will be alive
Cornucopia contest
Sponsored by Kai Miichael Neumann
May 9, 2020
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