The harvest returns
to this land we call Plenty
abundance flowing
upward to grasping hands
The harvest returns
and is gathered by the many
to fill the pockets and the stomachs
of the very few
The harvest returns
with the bitterness of suffering
as hunger gnaws the bellies
of the young
The harvest returns
and the ploughshares are ready
for a new revolution
on its inevitable course
The harvest returns
with the kiss of cool mornings
as we work through the darkness
in our endless labors
The harvest returns
a memory of the promise
of Plenty
a promise long broken
by a power dark with greed
~ Caroline A. Slee