MICHAEL POLLACK - October's Time

October's-time, all senses keen
with quickened pulse and freshened air;
to torpid languor bid adieu,
the torrid Summer's reign is through,
when moon casts shapes with silvered sheen
all souls to harvest soon repair.

Lithe graceful grasses stoop with grain
in tawny umbered shades of brown;
each richly fruited vine and tree,
aburst with wine that's soon to be,
dried orange-yellow's hour again
fair Gaea dons mute Autumn's gown.

Take full the bounty of the land
thresh, winnow, grind, lay down your store;
and reap as well the crop of you,
preserve the ways this year you grew,
to serve the truth and understand,
how more is less and less is more.

Mike Pollack

MICHAEL POLLACK

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