Job Done
JOB DONE
In autumn, our love for this farm began, years ago.
We pulled it out of the ground, and kept steady
And watched the kids and corn and apples grow -
Watched them ripen and become ready.
Such love overflowed our hearts with passion.
Now comfortable, mellow, fruitful, it yields
Cosy warmth as we watch the profusion
Of a job well done from satisfying fields.
Everywhere there is ripeness to the core:
Warm pies with swelled, plump apples from each bough
Now loaded with golden, yellow blessings, turning more
And more into a falling sunset of leaves covering the plough.
Gathering birds listen in the fruit-filled orchards steeped
In the whispers of the winnowing wind’s crisp air - passed
Quietly over the corn stubble full-reaped -
That the time to fly is approaching at last.
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