A Harvest of Memories

October’s song breathes

through the boughs as the soul’s clarion call,

it’s when the mind recalls the leaves of past seasons,

slowly sifting out the silvery hues of truth’s blossoms

from the lilac lurid arrays of time’s glow for past harvests.

 

While the wind blows

its sway in soft serene seductions,

within the echoes from the furrows in thoughts

summoned a thrashing in reflections,

carefully examining the fruit of the heart

as the eyes are entranced by the earthen majesty.

 

Among the trees and thickets wandered in other years

where hands groped for messages and meaning,

there arises the flashes of bygone splendor,

the stunning sights that once captivated

and reminds of the steps taken in awe,

those gazes alive in clarity and appreciation

for the true beauty of life.

 

Footprints left stir with questions

whether the journey sewed the seeds

of what yields a crop

so truly blessed and bountiful.

 

Once the soil sleeps in fallow surrender

inside the farmer seeks to find

that harmony between what was planted

and what was reaped from the sweat of spirit.