FALL  HARVEST

The reapers’ joy is now complete

The harvest bounty, oh so sweet,

The canning’s done by setting sun

                                                             It’s time to count our blessings awon

Days will be short, nights too long

Saddest of all, the leaves will fall

Yet we can count our blessings of fall

For in the barn hay is stacked

And in baskets, apples are packed

There’s logs for the fire before we retire

We have so many blessings totally entire

In the basement, the walls are lined,

With jars of food, most every kind,

We won’t fear when winter’s here

God’s always given blessings preciously dear.

Misha  Brown