Inbringing.
Then bends the sun
equinox driven sets sphere lower
high-rises.
Shrinks then inbringing,
autumnly thinned by outdone
long daylight.
Then falls the fruit
thriftily gathered before winter\'s
finger bites.
Stands then the haystack
sheaved after scything to stay
watertight.
Then hang the hands,
busyness stilled and readied
for respite.
Sleeps then the reaper
diligence beaten by hard toil\'s
strict timing.
Then eases strain,
weary forgotten keeps harvest
within sight.
Praise then the labour
when facing crude reaping of
food ripened.
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