Winter's Harvest

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just some thoughts from yesterday that still fit today.

Listen to the midnight swallow

In the meadow, near the hollow.

She sings a song that few have known.

She sings of love, together, grown.

 

Listen, now, to the night Owl's cry;

it fades and dies in the half-moon sky.

It echoes sadness from the lonely bound;

the true-love search, which none was found.

 

Feel the chill of the North-wind blow?

It's a winter's harvest that so many sow.

They cast aside "the true-heart seed"

for "the gone-tomorrow tumbleweed".

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEF

1981


Submitted: June 29, 2021

© Copyright 2021 D. Thurmond aka JEF. All rights reserved.

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