The theme at Poetry Jam this week is Harvest Time.
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