"A Golden Harvest of Love"
Softly now
the lavender petals
of summer fade into autumn gold,
and the path of dreams meander
by a late primrose, where endless love
has countless lives and now returns
to renew...A Blessed harvest: love is
ripe, sweet, and true.

You have made half the circle
of the clock where life's patterns turn,
but love is not measured by the seasons
or the hour; there is more to know where
the late leaf goes--an autumn yield of
golden splendor and love's fulfillment.

And now the glow of starlite fills your eyes
for love and everafter abide beyond the skies.

And so it is.



© 1997 - Gloria Jean



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