Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The Harvester

Out of sleep and beyond my window
The old maple is upset today-
It sways restlessly, like a dreamer
Reminding the wind to behave itself
In the company of an elder-
I've spent my days beneath that majesty,
Planting Autumn questions among ancient roots
And waiting patiently
For Spring's emerald sutras to unroll themselves in the sun
Swaying gently over hungry fields
As dawn rises
To collect her precious toll of dew-

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