“The Harvest Time”

Over the wall
into the garden I fell,
hearing crows crying
and laments from the bell.

Crawling through roses,
thorns so lovely and sharp,
dirt hiding in my nails
my breath made not a harp.

The night was brisk,
the sky was dark.
I rounded a corner
and jumped by a dog’s bark.

There was no way to rush
there was no time to wait,
the monster was coming
to seal my fate.

He knew my name,
he knew my face.
The only not known
was how I would taste.

September was never
a kindly friend to me,
as long as he looms
assurance of me is yet to be.

Photo by Erik-Jan Leusink on Unsplash

©2021 Jai Lynn

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