Year's Yield.
Now dawn breaks
slowly brindling the heavens
with russet striations
of honey-tone cold,
painting change of October
to mellow
on swaying meadows
of harvest bonus.
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Now I bow
to be-whiskering greenness
as autumn begins
its downward chorus,
fields grow now tawny
with ready corn-ears
show time shoulders sything
ever forward.
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Now cuddles down
all roots double-deep for freeze
urges races for extra cover
while underneath movement
curls for sleep
while garden-work waits until
winter is done.
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Now I shall lay
down my own bent labour,
after nurturing yield
I will welcome rest
from summer abundance
but in savouring
year's produce must start
to plan for the next.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A bit late I admit as the winter has made itself known and harvest is gathered here in Kernow - but hope you enjoy.
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Comments8
A well scripted poetry dear Fay
The turning of seasons you captured so gracefully
I got enveloped in the words of yours and forgot the seasons as it grows
Have a great day ahead dear poet
Thank you so much for stopping by and reading my version of happenings in Year's Yield.
Never too late Fay - another gem.
Ah - thanks and bless you dear Mike for your visit and comment -- thinking of you both and hope things are improving health-wise.
Very good words Fay, we must always prepare for the future.
Andy
Agree dear Andy - - preparing for colder seasons ahead is the wisest way we can deal with Year's Yield.
The sentiment of appreciating the seasons, and just life itself. Life becomes so much lighter when we do - Well written, fellow Poet!
Grateful thanks Garth for your visit and comment - agreed wholeheartedly that we feel lighter in spirit if we appreciate the seasons .
Well, I dunno, Harvest seems to last from mid-September until about a fortnight before Christmas! Well, not quite - say the end of October! lol.
You are so right in this part of the land dear Orchi - we in the mild regions of the south west get harvest early and find often that it stays later than yields up country,
this was not just hastily thrown together was it .. but superbly sown upon what would otherwise have been the barren plain of an empty page .............. my word, that's some harvest you just laid on me ... x
Nope - not hastily writ but tweaked a bit and entered the page in dribs and drabs if you see what I was at -- whoops now you have me padding my thank yous as I smile big at the bounty you think I laid on you - - to coin a phrase - "you aint seen nothin' yet of the plenty I have to press - -- - - - well p'rhaps - -- or - - maybe ................x
You took my thoughts to the life of and living as a field mouse. Acknowledging the change in season and preparing for survival of the next season..... all instinctive too.... such wonders of nature we overlook with our busy technical living.
Thank you for taking my mind to the fields of November where i once strolled feeling winters approach in my nostrils mindful of natures turn.
Still smiling at imagining your self dear Dusk as a field-mouse but of course such tiny creatures have to make plans for winter survival and that by instinct too. Always my pleasure to think you take rides on my nature verses to places where natural things give plenty to embellish all our lives.
Batten down the hatches, snow on the hills. Extra big shop for the subordinates who can't cope with winter.
Ha ha - - with you there Paul - - coping with winter is for the few..... thanks loads for your comment on Year's Yield.
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