Harvest Soup

Celery simmers, steam into the night
Onions tear, then take flight
Garlic roasts, the rising moon
Yes! Vegetable broth fills my spoon

Pumpkins blaze, ‘cross wilted fields
Tender squash, mixes full yield
Tomatoes fill, my hands with sun
Potatoes cede to ripeness done

Fine wines of autumn, the farmers are parading
Fruits of labor rise and fall, a ripened serenading
Baskets heave and brim, the bounty of the hoop
Before the first frost nips, aged for harvest soup

Second crops, satisfy the pot
Cilantro dill, float to the top
Oregano, sage speak wisdom true
Thyme holds still within the brew

Bellies wait, strong aromas float
Yeast-filled bread, dressed in butter coats
Grace spills forth, sounding thankful words
Oh how our gratefulness is heard

Fine wines of autumn, the farmers are parading
Fruits of labor rise and fall, a ripened serenading
Baskets heave and brim, the bounty of the hoop
Before the first frost nips, aged for harvest soup

I give this cup of the harvest moon to you
I give this cup of the summer sun to you
I give this cup of the wizened earth
Of all the good things that bring us birth
I give this cup of love to you

Copyright 2007
Lauranne Bailey, Kathryn Ripp, Carol Harm
You Remind Me of Someone

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