Best Harvest Time Poems

Blue sky, glorious golden sunshine 
Elements every farmer needs.
With crops rippling in the breeze
Combine harvesters whirl into action
See them steadfastly snaking along the fields
I can hear their dull drone from morning to night
Farmhands work tirelessly to gather the harvest
Making hay whilst the sun shines
Every second...

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Behind the reaper, glistening beneath
the fading rays of light,
crude elements of happenstance
lie in its wake, passed over
and awaiting those who glean
the afterbirth.

Yes, there is that querulous
persistence of the poor,
that stubborn cadre of the prescient,
who will peer into our souls
and find us bankrupt, 
mind and consciousness...

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HARVEST TIME
There are no roots to see, not with our eyes,
that stretch from earth, umbilically below;
not even to the sun, to realize,
but there must be a  chord we do not know;

Are we not on a fruit, still ripening?
Perhaps we are the nectar from the...

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HARVEST TIME

Golden yellows, mixed by rum reds,
Plum lavenders spice, these are the
Colors of autumn.
Textures layers blown across the lawn,
Leave it lay, rake it not, this variations
Of decorations variety.
Rarities design by mistake, and
Happenstance, but with such beauty's
Detail, one must stop and wonder,
At it's awesome natural splendor.
Even...

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HARVEST TIME
There are no roots to see, not with our eyes,
that stretch from earth, umbilically below;
not even to the sun, to realize,
but there must be a  chord we do not know;

Are we not on a fruit, still ripening?
Perhaps we are the nectar from the...

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Changing seasons, the empty barns mew
efforts on the field is about to born
abundant products from seeds so few
a handful can give a bag full of corn
one more year for extreme hunger to hiss
luck has heavily rained on every sow
pregnant is the skies, the rains do...

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Harvest time

 Golden acres of wheat 
soon the harvester will cut you down
make you into bread and fodder 
I remember when you were tall as me
and the north- west wind  
tried to flatten you but you
bent with the wind 
At sunrise rose like a...

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Honey combs swollen..sticky and sweet
Apples candied or  chopped for  mince meat
Raisins dried from my Daddy's grape vine
Verily I say.. it's again  harvest time..
Eager for Winter and sun shortened days
Storehouses busting we bring in the strays
Tilling and tending ... the work and the...

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The breathe of summer is nearly past
Oaks and maples collect dreams, belief
Pouring out the tenderest promises, gentling
The spirit with a grace so warm, like a whisper
Caressing the moon with soft tendrils of firefly
Kindness, kindled by the soul who remembers
When the feelings were more pure than...

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HARVEST TIME - THE REDEMPTION
There are no roots to see, not with our eyes,
that stretch from earth, umbilically below;
not even to the sun, to realize,
but there must be a  chord we do not know;

Are we not on a fruit, still ripening?
Perhaps we are the...

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Sweet apple, turned sour. Her taste... 
too bitter to be devoured. 
Harsh summers, unpleasant winters... 
her soul; un-nourished by spring time. 
She awaits the rainfall, 
her day in the sunshine. 
And by harvest, though she's bruised to the core; 
I know under her skin is...

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Now is the time of reaping and abundance. 
Now a time of preparation for winter's frozen scarcity. 
The sun hangs low in autumn skies, 
and foggy veils obscure the view. 

In Spring, when all was fresh and new, 
an all together different hue of innovation:...

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Annually the garden
provides the results
of one’s labour--together
fresh vegies and fruit 
a gift of heaven,
to you Lord
thanks

© Harry J Horsman  2010...

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Fall's bright colors are taking flight like birds on the wing
It's the right time for a clime change and seasonal transformation
brisk winds whisk leaves in plight and can no longer cling

Autumn sends a note that portends a change is in the air
Months of holidays and...

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What a beautiful sight, the snow settling on the ground, 
All are so different, not one alike can be found. 
Winter has come, and the earth at rest, 
For all Gods creatures have taken nest. 

Have you noticed the birds as they line the fence?...

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