Heart of Harvest

The Lark poetry competition entry — runner-up poem

One leaf falls And the world follows Burnt, crisp, and new Emergent in its baptism of change

Eulogies find Autumn’s tongue Spoken about upon pyre’s of passing Rumored to only beget the dying Withered roots in repose

However, rebirth requires death Life blooms from the haunted Bonfires crackle into hollowed nights So its embers can alight a summer sun

Cider swimming in its veins Nurturing the warmth inside of us As the crow caws flying ahead Into the enveloping mist of the horizon

The forests foliage whispers A soft secret to the seasons Never to forget its burgeoning bouquet That gives the year its final breath

One last leaf falls And the world bows Mysterious, rusted, and transformed Autumn's heart for a harvest

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