Tuesday, September 21, 2021

The Harvest

This summer 
I walked a stretch of land--
open fields with 
corn planted to the north 
and beans to the south
and a new crop:

Each day
the plants grew,
leaves reaching 
for the sun,
roots stretching 
deep into the soil,
the soul of the earth.

And I walked
mile after mile
after mile.

We became friends.

Those fields 
welcomed my 
return each day,
even on the hot, humid ones.
They cheered me on
for that extra mile
and stood by me when 
I wanted to quit.

And they reminded me 
some day soon
I would reap
what I had sown...

the harvest.

I’m joining an open community of writers over at Sharing Our Stories: Magic in a Blog. If you write (or want to write) just for the magic of it, consider this your invitation to join us. #SOSmagic


  1. Love this. Walking really slows you down and helps you appreciate the world around you, doesn't it?

  2. I love the combination of photos and verse, a lovely journey through the gate to this new season.