Autumn’s Fleeting Harvest
A poem
A poem
Dew-dropped hedgerows, berries glistening,
harvest heaven in an azure-domed urn,
sloes plucked from the twisted and tangled,
and autumnal tastes our tongues will enjoy.
Through brambled thickets and meadow grasses,
nature’s ripe bounty beckons to be culled.
Jewel-toned orbs adorning emerald mounds,
earthy sweetness of the season’s brush.
With calloused hands
we gather autumn’s yield.
Tart skins split, releasing juices,
a fleeting richness, briefly,
before winter’s slumbering hush.
Revel in that momentary flare of taste
From Hedgerow’s alchemy,
with memories etched to savor,
before fields lie fallow
in snow’s silent sweep.
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