Harvest of the Heart

I thought this might be a day to start posting random poems I wrote a while back. Here’s one:


September first,
leaves have begun to fall.
Relentless heat beats down,
grass sere and brown.
Time of year
for a man to take stock,
what will the harvest bring?
The grace of rain
too soon or too late?
In the gamble with God and the earth
will the winter be full or lean?
As you sow, so shall you reap.

The man looks at his life.
Among the bitter weeds
of failure and betrayal,
humiliation and pain,
he regrets his life.
He fails to see the sweet fruit
of an honest friend
offering him hope
to feed his soul
during the long, lean winter.