Soft The Soulful Toll of Harvest...

A few glimpses of inspiration for this poem...

 

Soft the soulful toll of harvest sweeps the golden country-side

Gathers summer’s lisping darlings into farewell’s fulsome tide

Gaze is filled with praise and hunger; nothing stays the same for long

Sifting childhood from its youngster with each lusty leap and song

Earthy tables groan with mercy; we are humbled hulls of need

Knowing how beyond our doing is the surge that stirs the seed

Now the urge of nature’s calling sweetens farmer’s sweat and toil

Where the culling and the hauling is like laughter from the soil

Time’s Supreme Design of seasons chimes in lilies of the field

Climbs through fences where the drifter smiles, mesmerized by its yield

Turn the other cheek my sweetheart, brush those salty stars away

We have this one thing in common; none can dodge the death of day

Ah, the Architect of summer formed autumn and winter too

Authored it with the same goodness as sweet August’s dust and dew

Soft the soulful toll of summer rolls across stubble-cleft dunes

Siphons from silence a ballad laden with lost afternoons

© Janet Martin