Harvest
Yes autumn! With a carpet of old leaves,
dying annuals sun burnt look old.
Mist welcoming with morning gloom;
ripened fruit now hanging bold.
Oh autumn! Let me reap your bounty,
before your fruit begins to drop.
May I find pleasure in your glut
when collecting up your ripened crop.
Chutney! Relish! Sauce! And pickle!
Jelly! Marmalade! Conserve!
Prepared and stored to last forever -
this autumn harvest I preserve.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2019
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