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 

rebirth,

cedar, pine, wild lavender,

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

make us flower. 

 

Written by Liz Berry