The Harvest

Leaves of grass; oh, how they blow,

Colorfully spread for someone to mow.

2014! Astoundingly rich in hue,

Orange, yellow, red and even blue.

Autumn or fall whichever you may call it,

A time of harvest and to reflectively sit.

Gathering those fruits of labor from all around,

Moving to the year’s end with a mind, sound.

All pieces of work stacked in a neat stock pile,

Reviewed, proud; giving smiles lasting a mile.


Lynn                                                       October 27, 2014


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