Harvest’s Come

I’ve been absent for more than a few months now.  

I guess I’ve had little energy for writing.  It’s been that kind of season in life.

Harvest began last week and with it I’ve found new work hauling corn in from the fields for my wife’ uncle and brother.

Harvest is a reflective time for me – hope sown in spring is harvested.

Here is a poem I wrote today as I was unloading at the bin.


Growing’s over,

the corn is done,

harvest’s here

the works begun.

Tractors trundle,

combines cut,

loaded wagons,

loaded trucks.

Golden dunes of

mounding corn,

hope sown in spring

has now been born.

Man and maker

made it so,

together planted, 

together grow.

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