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.
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.”