Harvest Time

Julie Michael
Mother Nature closes her eyes, taking in a deep sigh.

A season's end, a season's beginning...

Decked in finery of golden and fiery hues...

She is beautiful, Mother Nature, as she changes her attire.

Golden leaves speak of autumn's gentle caress...

Limbs heavy with Mother Nature's great bounty...

The trees whisper of the coming harvest...

Grateful to release their heavy burden.

A cool breeze blows through the fiery landscape,

Speaking softly of the coming chill, the ice of Winter...

Not taunting or threatening, simply speaking truth.

Knowing it is so, the harvest beckons...

Seeking respite from the coming freeze.

The harvest must be completed before winter's first cold kiss.

It is time.

Published by Julie Michael

I have 7 beautiful children and I love to write. Beyond that, I love my family, am loyal to my friends, and love to spend time with the people who matter most to me.  View profile

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