Short Harvest Poems
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Subtle reddish hues looms over Full Moon
Coinciding with harvest moon and Friday 13
Phenomenon that will reccur in 2029
mingle
of fall's nectar
bursts with cedar, mint, spice
glazing potpourri of harvest--
luscious!
Probabilities
fallen fruit exists
earthen harvest and ground meet
jars in the pantry
Robert J. Lindley ,07-24-2014
Fall, as the wind blows,
Crisp leaves of yellow and red
Harvest moon, reflecting.
(For Brians Images of Fall Contest)
Most Beloved Woman I Lost
was in my heart, as enchanted rose
that I didn't harvest, I didn't cultivate...!
What hidden light
That dwell
In your eyes,
Sparkles, as gold
Yet, synchronized with
Each moon
I shall harvest this love
A
healthy
harvest is
a farmer’s joy;
his dedication
has produced a
good income
and large
stores.
yellow stems pearly grains
bent by early winter breeze
await massive reap
Big fruit in the sky
Beautifully hanging high
Harvest drawing nigh
Deep passions coming alive
Reaping all the benefits
rivers flooded lands;
panic sets off - old man says
next year good harvest
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
whistle dentist ties bounds
jewells rate capture mourning ear
balcony right sings doom
accordion flies
harvest room miss bows
blown with post-harvest
mist covers the stubble fields
between dusk and dawn
Written: April 11, 2023
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leaves fall silently
a chill dances on the wind
harvest fills the air
Green shoots unfurling promising their gifts
Earths bounty for all creatures
Gives providence divine.
10/ 12/ 2016b
First fruits
of the grain,
on 'loaf mass' day-
the autumn harvest has
begun
* a medieval holiday sundown 31/7 to sundown 1/8
In a graceful caw,
A raucous praise resonates:
Worship in the fields.
_________
For Brian’s
HYMN OF HARVEST
Contest
on that autumn night
the moon foretold the harvest
walking hand in hand
we rejoiced at each red leaf
moments in life so precious
pride, like fruit
high upon a limb
out of reach
feeding none
falling to ground in season
is easily bruised
fulfillment of praise
sweet harvest fruit it renders
flipping sour tongue spoils
11/7/2017
rainbows
harken farewell
daylight summons closure
stillness echoes final triumph's
magic!
summer harvest sweet
plump fruit ready for picking
a cornucopia treat
one would be wise to know how
quickly ripeness turns to rot
Twin shades of a noble bird
simmer in copper
as I forego the pigskin
for soft, sleepy, sweet
cranberry burnished
succulent
meat!
a local farmers cabbages
exceeded county tonnages
the judge said hey joe
you got any mo
my trucks theyre all wreckages.
Sequel in nature
Sowed in spring
Ripen with summer
And fall’s harvest
Eaten by winter
The leftover
Seeds
For the next sequel
Form:
A Thanksgiving turkey fowl
Pentecost pancakes
Harvest jacket potatoes
A Holiday sundae
Fruitless Christmas cake
Easter egg
Praise!