Phyllis Babcock Poet Free verse

Harvest Time

Summer season has wrapped up
on the southern prairie plain
the multi-patchwork of fields
ready for upcoming harvest
heads of golden yellow
wheat, rye and barley
glow in the amber sun
the wind creates flowing
waves with the hearty stalks
while birds and deer
find a very  easy feast
the rains are not wanted
as the threshing begins
dryness is the key
to get the best yield
of the farming season.

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Lindsay Laurie August 16, 2019 at 1:18 AM Hello Phyllis … when I lived in Sunraysia I did enjoy driving out to the Mallee to watch the wheat wave like an endless rain, yes, and rain was the bane of the harvest - thank you Phyllis - Lindsay Phyllis Babcock August 26, 2019 at 11:18 AM Thanks Lindsay. Harvest is fully on it's way. Nice summer days to get it off. Starting to get cooler nights now so means fall is just around the corner. Have a nice week. love phyl

Anne-Lise Andresen August 15, 2019 at 8:30 AM - It is lovely to see the grain as waves in the sunshine ... golden yellow :) - Autumn is approaching ... no doubt, Phyllis :) - Beautiful poem :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Phyllis Babcock August 26, 2019 at 11:20 AM Thanks Annelise and yes fall is just around the corner. Garden is ready to come off and flowers are slowly wilting. Makes me sad when the flowers start dying. Have a wonderful week. love phyl