Harvest

Harvest  2010 

‘As soon as the grain is ripe, he puts the sickle to it, because the harvest has come’  Mark4 v29

An harvest has come.

In their season, fledgling crops

surrogately mothered

by hand and machine,

become bound

stored and sheltered:

‘safely gathered in’.

In season, maturity’s ripeness,

is elected

before another’s season,

in weathered coup,

steals the scene.

Some small token

find their way

into tradition,

thankfulness,

and the compass

of praise.

An inadequate tithe

to the store

of love.