Loosening from light, long hazy days ebb golden,
corn fields and buzzing
early harvesters of wild lore.
Cold is still a legend, a remembered song
soon enough we’ll be singing,
huddled into aural lamps for communal warmth.
Tonight, as twilight melts into familiarÂ
constellations, migrating like flying life,
early harvest still feeds celebration.
early harvest
13 Saturday Oct 2012
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