Harvest
It has taken an extraordinarily
Long time to come to this harvest.
Pulling plow through timeless alluvial soil
Once rocky and frozen with resistance.
Encouraging worms and discouraging slugs
Laboring for fertile ground.
To nurture this soul’s harvest
I have been busy bending nature.
Planting love seeds and tending experiential fields,
From this bounty I now harvest.
I choose carefully the most delicious fruit
Not because I am deserving of this ambrosia
But because I am the author of it.
This wisdom did not come to me by chance
But certainly by thoughtful design.
© 2015 Bessie Adams Senette
Wendi Romero, Photo: Fiddle Fern
THE BAYOU MYSTIC 