An abandoned finch nest, now lay silent and empty,
once fashioned with love for three peeping chicks.
Red and yellow leaves are seen winking, swinging,
as they dangle precariously from the old oak trees.
Squirrels stockpiling acorns in their wintery holes,
and less buzzing of bees while the bats enter torpor.
Stripped are the bottom leaves of the thriving tobacco,
As the pale yellow means, they are ready for harvest.
Pumpkins are near keen for garner as is the cotton.
Man will now reap from his constant toil in his fields.
Balance in man's world as God watches from heaven,
As we gather together and all give thanks for his gifts.
Deuteronomy 24:19
When you reap your harvest in your field and have forgotten a sheaf in the field, you shall not go back to get it; it shall be for the alien, for the orphan, and for the widow, in order that the LORD your God may bless you in all the work of your hands.”
Ah, favorite time of year, in theory, as the dropping temperatures, bright colors and harvest welcomes friends and family, but the dwindling daylight causes the depression to creep up on you
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Oh thank you my friend for your poetic words. I too, can get down without enough sunlight hence why I find myself in North Carolina instead of Seattle. Love 💕 Joni
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Lovely. ❤ This, also, put me in mind of Jesus' words: "How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings…" (Matt. 23: 37).
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Oh Anna that is a great verse. I have not read or heard it for a while. Thank you so much for reading my older stuff. You are so dear. That would have been a wonderful verse for this poem. Thank you for sharing it. I can’t wait to talk to so many people in heaven. Paul is a disciple that I can’t wait to talk too. Can you imagine talking to Jesus? So much to look forward to in due time. Love you Anna, J
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I am intrigued by this mellow look at a past autumn. From the empty bird nest to the tobacco leaves yellowing underneath, I feel past falls here in the Blue Ridge in the bridge between your words and my memory. ❤
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Do you live in the Blue Ridge Mountains? You certainly don’t have to answer I really respect people’s privacy. We have been looking for a cabin near Asheville. It is so beautiful there. I do have some past there when I was sixteen too. Crazy interesting. Thank you for sharing. Hugs my friend. The book is laying on my bed I will read your work when I am alone. Hugs 🫂 Joni, Jaya
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I do! My stretch of the Blue Ridge occupies Virginia. From the Parkway and down in the valleys, fall always looks lovely to me. Asheville from a cabin sounds like a lovely life!!
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That sounds beautiful Jaya. Thank you for sharing. Love ❤️ Joni
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