Left
before harvest
garden of bounty
melons fattened in sun
the hardy and mild, all reached
for sweetness and waters;
Heavy grape vines, bulbous tree fruits,
glistening reds, yellows, and greens
all ready for hands,
reward to loving touches
hopes and whispers ....
The sun and winds began to claim
dangling ripeness to fall
and find hungrier mouths
such bounty from trysts of flowers, bees
and butterflies in summer beauty
all fallen now, to ground.
And ground has hungry hosts
and falling still, to frost and snaps
dew became ice, rain to blankets of
softest snow, and more; gentle covers.
Spring returned alone
the waste of Autumn became splendor
the new life of the year unfolding,
alone in Spring rains,
in solitude to await the turn to summer
alone
an untended garden of memories.
Silver trophy winner
Gold trophy winner
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