Harvest Home

The theme at Poetry Jam this week is Harvest Time.

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Fields of swaying oats and barley

reduced to brittle stubble

as the heady days of summer

give way to the evening that is autumn  

Greens become red

then orange then brown.

Skeletal hedge rows and mighty oaks

point barren fingers at an autumn sky

A gentle breeze

sends rustling leaves scurrying

and constantly rearranges

nature's carpet of many colours

At the day’s end

a setting sun gives way to a ghostly mist

laying low across empty furrows.

A damp chill fills the still air

The time has come

for the earth to rest, to hibernate.

To protect and nourish natures treasures

'til spring wakes them from their winter slumber.

Picture based on a photo I took at Butts Brow, Eastbourne, UK