Harvest's Gift Alouette
A new sunset creeps
to wake buds..asleep
from their beds of fertile clay.
And morning hums speak
through trees warmly reaped
on fields clothed with lush display.
Merrily, and lo
baskets spread…aglow,
with ripe fruits spilling on grounds.
Neighbors line in rows
till harvest- dance flows
when autumn’s blessed gift abounds!
Andrea Dietrich's A Lovely Alouette (Revised) Contest
9/3/2014
~ end rhymes were used for lines 4 and 5
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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