After the Harvest

In spring, buried seeds sprout

in time to grow and bear

fruit and flower.

Arc of light widens horizons as

earth weaves its tapestry of days

and nights around our star.

Light rises ever higher

till all is crescendo, abundant, wild,

and somehow overgrown.

In time, sun and light

fade to seek another angle.

Decay sets in with surety.

Seed husks and weed-clotted soil

dry to be gathered.

It will rise in time

but it must die 

to silt in,
adding to life.

Darkness and cold come, and

the days lack the warming promise 

of spring’s sun-kissed cool.

Back then we knew it 

illuminated the path ahead.

We may return in time again

but not before we discard and

welcome the decay to cultivate

renewed soil from the harvest.