Harvest Of The Heart

Mother of Summer 

give us not 

what we think we desire

but what will grant 

our hearts

the greatest harvest

when your 

Son of Autumn 

comes swaggering in

flashing his devastating smile

and sipping mead

first thing in the morning 

today I will lie against

your white sand breast 

and send all my 

sweet supplications 

up to you

that those I love 

best in the world

may be given the

small and impossible joys

of each hour

let your generous rivers 

of benediction 

flow over them

and cradle them

in your arms.