“Along Comes the Harvest”
Wonderous floating golden globe
galloping along to Spring
luminous changing sickle lobe.
Earth ready for carefully planned
seedlings.
The melting pot split in to two.
Water my sproutlings
New red fruit grew
Great wide leaves shadowing
hidden tiny blooms
Proud pumpkin blossoms
sweet smell they can’t refuse.
waiting out cloudy subterfuge
Stones sit in silence
Overlooking Mother’s finest.
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