Nature has decided to show her colors
the majesty of reds, golds and browns
a signal to us here on this terra
that she has gifted us with her best,
and now its time to rest.
Forgotten is the struggle she had
pushing forth new life from dead soil
poisoned by a species that insists
she still produce abundance to feed
those in need.
There is a dancing in the fields a
reaping of the harvest, as nature
turns her sleepy eye inward from the
ripping of her children from her skirt
regardless of her hurt.
I think perhaps she returns each summer
to feed those that would starve without
her persistance at creating new life,
the other species, the ones who care
the meek, the fair.
Perhaps we would do well this autumn
to remember and give thanks that she
so kindly takes care, sending us
her gifts of love as harvest
her very best.
This year as you eat the corn, the greens
upon your plate, the red apples, the pears
the things you need to live and grow
give thanks that she so graciously
returns each year so lovingly.
© Copyright 2006 Amawitch-granny witch
