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