Harvest Poems - Poems about Harvest

OH AUGUST

OH AUGUST!
"The best of summer is gone, and the new fall not yet born--the odd, uneven time of year." Sylvia Plath
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time drips slow,
like honey from a summer hive.

days stretch like shadows, 
dancing with death of summer’s embrace. 

amber fields rustle,
their golden stalks heavy with grain. 

air, thick with heat and scent of decay,
blooms that once

Harvest Closed

The orchard stands, but I don’t pick.
The gate is open. That is all.
The birds can take what fruit they wish—
I’ve left no shadow on the wall.

The weather turns, as weather must.
The grain was read. The blade was still.
I marked the signs with neither trust
nor question of the wind’s goodwill.

A thread unspooled beneath the wheat.
No one

Lammas Day

bright-lit Lughnasadh
hails grain crops at the ready
Lugh and Danu join
in harvest celebration
gratitude is genuine

Harvest Moon Nights

Sweet summer is kissing goodbye, 
embracing the harvest moon nights,
summer birds bid adieu and fly,
sweet summer is kissing goodbye, 
earth’s bosom heavy with a sigh,
tears of maple glow in moonlight,
sweet summer is kissing goodbye, 
embracing the harvest moon nights.

summer harvest

citrine g l o w basking
restless summer fields of wheat

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Solely on Us

We can harvest well,
But we must plant our saplings;
We can build up luck.

Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about Autumn 1

Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about autumn, fall, sea, autumn wind, harvest moon, dark, darkness, dawn, day, life.

First of autumn:
the sea and the rice fields
the same green hue.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The autumn wind
like a ventriloquist
projects its piercing voice.
—Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Voices in the reeds?
Ventriloquism
of the autumn wind.
—Matsuo Basho,

The Harvest

Time to harvest the blossom of your dream
have you tenderly coddled yesterday's seed
time is the seductive companion of wisdom
the dream of time is to pick up Godspeed.
You've entered the golden foyer it seems
is the reality of day as plush as the daydream.
its colors maintained, still bright as conception
or dullened like the skin of horizon's deception.

In

Harvest

My neighbor’s little child,
whose ear was made of stone
and feet as swift as deer
toward mischief.

This child, whose heart
was a clay shield
no bomb of morals could penetrate.
Many words of goodwill spoken
fell behind those cold walls.

His tongue, a sharpened blade
that tore the hearts of the brave;
a mouth that dared
to preach what’s right.

This child now sits in confinement,
pondering

Early Summer Hiku 23

                 Early Summer Hiku 23

r -i -p e -n -I -n –g   cherries

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Looking to the Harvest

A lunar luster spills a silvershine
cascade of nebulating moonshine lilt
onto a night-time field, drawing a quilt
of pale radiance over the still vine. 

A myriad of glowing serpentine
twines sleep.—but, slithering round its stout stilt,
a wakeless plant is working out its tilt.—
It’s fruit will not be ripe enough for wine.

So see I, amidst the flourishing grape,
the withering

harvest season

poverty-stricken 
skeleton-like old women ~
gather grain-remains

HARVEST FESTIVAL

Our summer crops are in and larders full
So we are now well stocked for winter’s worst
When we will face freezing Arctic attacks.
Our stock contains dried fruits, roots and nuts
Along with several sacks of grain to grind
To make the flour to bake the daily bread.

And we have pickled veg in pots galore.
Beetroot, onions, shredded red cabbage

Harmonious Harvest

N-ame
Y-ields
M-essage
F-or
A-ll

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Nymfa Agoyaoy)

Miracles of the dawn

Sun slowly peeps its head in the east,                                 Bird barbet flies towards its nest,         

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