There is a time for growth
And there is a time for harvest
The corn is tall
And the leaves are blood red
Destined both
To soon fall to the Earth just the same
Without careful attention
By steady hands.
Harvest
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Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
Looking forward
to doing some gleaming,
after this poetic reading.
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My friend, I hope that you may reap
A bounty true that you might keep
As it keeps you in health and peace
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With much Shalom
as the day is long,
in a world of mayhem,
gone terribly wrong.
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Described the end of season so well!
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🙂 I am so glad I was able to capture the season for you. I do love the autumn… The changing colors and the cool afternoons. It is truly a beautiful time.
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Lovely poem my friend.
Yes that harvest time in life indead needs special hands at times so not to damage the delicate new fruit that’s been born.
❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
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So very well said, Dawn. A beautiful , poetic comment in itself. Thank you.
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Your welcome my friend.
❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
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