Poem: Fall Ritual

Hands on plow
Head turned down
Darkness comes

Shadows dancing in fields
Stretch long fingers reaching 
For souls who linger long
Under the cresting moon
Where hungry creatures lurk 
Eagerly for their prey

In fire light rituals begin 
Ancient chants to ward away
Things that come in early dark
Of fall pushing quick harvests
Before cold of winter claims
The work of lean farming hands
Surviving another year

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