“For the unlearned, old age is winter; for the learned it is the season of the harvest.” -The Talmud

Autumnal Wind

Clay ovens are earth;

Terracotta bowls;

Buried inside the ground;

Warming from darkness…

 

Seasons harvesting;

Fermentations begin;

Inside rustic kilns;

Our dough rises…

 

Set with wet cloths;

The yeast swells;

Warms the soul;

Kneading begins…

 

Fritters deep fried;

Inside cast irons;

Fresh churned butter;

We picked fruit kernels;

Black raspberries for jam…

 

Horned goats are milked;

Tapioca is made fresh;

The hen house is quiet;

Eggs are in our basket…

 

The rooster cocks crow;

Wild boars are penned;

Shelves are neatly stocked;

Autumnal wind breaks limbs…

 

…Winter arrives soon

In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love
Copyright© 2009 Poetess Victoria L. McColley