The Harvest
Monday, September 7th, 2020 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bairnsidhe This poem was prompted by ng_moonmoth on the Writing Under Glass event
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ng_moonmoth on the Writing Under Glass event---
The land ages and matures
The crops ripen and ready
The air hints at the winter to come
We celebrate the year
We celebrate the harvest
We prepare for what comes next
We recall the dead
We cut the sheaves
We cook the food we gather
We know it will not last forever
We bring the Gods home
We shower them with love
We hope that they stay with us
The harvest is for celebration
The harvest is for hope
The harvest is for preparing to survive
