Demeter's Dance
Bathed in the crimson beams of the harvest moon,
The freshest fruit falls on fertile earth,
Celebrated in a crunchy confetti of color:
Pumpkin orange, garnet scarlet, raven black.
Treasures of yearly labor are reaped,
While the reaper advances to take the year,
Inevitably, he will turn the land a bony white.
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