Eyes, sparkling and fully engaged <br />Witnessing both the food <br />And the product <br />Winds blowing cedars scent <br />Oh, those so many branched places <br />That call and process <br />Words <br />Words that eye both <br />In mind <br />On paper <br />On forest <br />On those sweet Tennessee warblers <br />On that hawk that rests <br />On those power lines out front <br />On lovely fall wildflowers <br />On multi-hued maple leaves <br />On Joe ~ Pye Weeds and Goldenrod <br />And <br />On those last morsels <br />Of Summers Queen Anne Lace <br />Eyes of full intent <br />That harvest <br />In a blessed thanksgiving <br />All these offerings <br />Fond gifts of time <br />A Seasonal habit <br />Offering colors, last bits <br />Of summer’s very warmth <br />Sequels eternal replay <br />Engaged in spotlights eye <br />Bringing all to <br />Harvests’ so bountiful table<br /><br />Debora Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harvest-s-invitation/
