"the air is different today
the wind sings with a new tone
sighing of changes
coming
the harvest gathered
a flower, a nut
some mead, and bread
a candle and a prayer
returning the fruits
in thanksgiving
to the grove
and receiving
it's blessing
again"
- Rhawk, Alban Elfed
2 comments:
Hello, I love the poem. The seasons are changing, we are seeing the leaves turning colors and some falling off already. I hope all is still good where you are, stay safe. Happy weekend!
Beautiful poem -- but it is still hot summer here in Eugene. Hot and smoky. It still feels like summer is over in a way though -- because school starts next week -- even though it's been years since we lived on a school schedule, it just has that feeling.
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