Harrowing the Harvest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This morning I saw autumn
Catch a ride on a cool moist current
Arriving just in time to rescue the harvest.

Humans need self-saving
When doubt and fear
Beat us down.

We seek spirit-currents
To bring friends
Who call us by our true names
And throw out the challenge:

                      Stand tall
Harrow your Harvest.

 

© rita h kowats August 2015