Endless Harvest
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
We know little of simple creation, this genesis of cyclic perpetuity, but… it exists. (Image by panea org)
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Endless Harvest
Year after year,
decade to decade,
planting life's seeds
often begets inclement weather,
while sun nurtures
harvest's season awaiting
patience abiding.
Desiring gentle yield,
consciousness beckons tools,
Time's dense weave
rendering baskets of understanding
as selection's precious moment of gathering arrives.
Nimble fingers of the mind
Implore release,
tangled synaptic vines,
branches,
limbs of protection,
concede.
Wisdom awaits the sorting,
casting aside hasty pickings,
gently nesting ready growth
beneath shaded cover,
allowing cooling air to provide breath
as voicing's infinite echo arrives.
Expectation arrives.
A painter's canvas.
A sculptor's marble.
A composer's melody.
A writer's page.
All making ready
the creation of the heart's feast,
an intellect's arrangement,
a patron's enjoyment.
So goes Nature's design.
Preparing creations yet to come.
New plantings.
Conflicts.
Survival.
Imagination's endless harvest.
Love ya!
Jane