Rich Harvest, Long Winter - Alouette
RICH HARVEST, LONG WINTER - ALOUETTE
Summer’s green near shut -
Held ajar by glut.
Overgenerous rewards
On the groaning ground -
Spilling o’er with round,
Bursting butter-beans in gourds.
Now is winter’s brown -
The piled logs run down.
Drifting dead, the months prolong,
Freeze all thought of yields :
Cold minds whiten fields.
Till springs door open - too long.
2nd September 2014
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