Harvest Poem

In the darkest days, plant the seeds of harvest - 

rosehip, oak, sun warming your eyelids

as you walk in the long grass.


Dont be afraid of change - watch the 

trees, how they dress themselves in

sunlight, let the seasons carry them

through green and gold. 


Call it a spell, a blessing, birth and 


cedar, pine, wild lavender,

how touch - the rain, another's hand - can 

make us flower. 


Written by Liz Berry