Harvest

In winter,

when the sun is a dandelion

seeded with ice,

all I can give you of summer

is this fading red, yellow, orange

the fall tree released.

If I offer you

this harvest of light

gleaned from long days

with firefly twilights,

will you lift your hands

 into the sky,

two birds singing

songs of praise?

© Jean Sampson, 2011

Fallen leaves; photo by Tony Russell