Celebrated at the time of the first harvest of the physical world and how this mirrors our internal world and what is ready to be reaped now.
The first apple falls
berries turn bright
fingertips are stained
as if for the first time
Hands will reach out to
feel for what is ripe
and wait, or pick
In reaching up
in bending down
we gather in
bounty and beauty
That is the first of
days of harvest
this is the readiness
this is the fruition
This gathered basket
brimming
is only
the beginning
C o p y r i g h t © 2025 Kate Fox Robinson