Harvest Moon Rite
Enchantment is sown in the early Spring.
Planted by poets who till and sing,
While later they water the crops with tears,
Wept with the pang of years.
Their fantasies rise like ripened yield,
Bountiful, filling the field,
So sowers of wonder return and reap
Magic, to glean and keep.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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