Harvest Time
A huge orange moon
hung over the horizon.
Horses, tired, drowsed
in their stalls, while
Mother milked the cows.
Supper was set to the back
of the stove. The men folk
and children gathered
outdoors in the moonlight -
enjoying the warm, dry
weather - talking about
a bountiful harvest.
Eleanor Michael has published poetry and short stories in a variety of venues.
Eleanor,
ReplyDeleteA great poem. It reminded me of the times spent on my great-grandparent' farm in Ohio.
Your friend,
David Fox
I like this, Eleanor. Fitting for this time of season and full of imagery. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
I enjoyed your poem Eleanor. A nice description of autumn, my favorite season! Good Wishes, Chris~
ReplyDeleteDear Poetry Friends,
ReplyDeleteIt is wonderful to see your ongoing support of Eleanor's poetry. She is a talented writer. I will send her comments to her.
Blessings,
Karen