Tag: Harvest
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Winters Deep
(an Ode to Yule) Dry the berries and pop the corn There’s boughs of Pine hung to adorn In darkening days and snow felled form Melted candles and hearths doth warm The harvest is stored and meat be cured Our long laboring days have granted award Of Holiday so loving and blessedly shared We forgive…
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Ode to Samhain
Harvest’s done The reaper’s lot Time to share what our work begot Pumpkins round, gourds aplenty Carve big eyes and toothy grins Transform them all to childhood friends Tart apples for caramel, red for dunking String them up for the plucking Between our teeth, they taste so sweet Sticky chins are worth the treat! Haystacks,…
A.C. Melody 