Bounty snatched and safely stashed
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Bare the yielded land
Fringed wilderness displays her wares
&nbsp;&nbsp; Palms open outstretched hand 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tawny millpond stubble seas
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; are lifted wave by wave
&nbsp;&nbsp;Mechanically exposed, tossed over
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Broken, pummeled flat again

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Cool the calm September days
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Winter clothes as yet we shun
 Creeping through our summer weave
Dead men's fingers tell of what's to come

martin

Harvest Home

Jun 6, 2026

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victoria-1

wonderful seasonal poetry, the work of gathering in and changing climes and its impact loved ''Dead mens fingers'', this beautiful work is filled with the most eloquently portrayed imagery, you ought to 'paint' more often, fantastic  poem

removed.-pggx

It's official, the old martin is back. :-)

ca-guilfoyle

Work of art, this harvest gathering of brilliance!
love this Martin!

removed.--3438

Beautiful, Martin. I must come visit this land... You do it so much justice with your words.

removed.--3686

Very nearly approaches artistic excellence, martin.
Great work!

roger-turner

Tawny millpond stubble seas..love this phrase. My dog loves running through the cornfields when all is cut and harvested. It cuts the shit out of him, but...he loves it.

vircapio-gale

rich imagery, martin, to listen to and hear sounds churning in. i see the skeletal outstretched hands uncovered at the bottom or the shore of an abandoned millpond... and i also see the heritage of literature, still gifting, still reminding of and uncovering future invariances. deliciously dense, delightful fare for a midday snack. my reading might be overly morbid in how i express but i'm celebrating its expression like joys gourmet

Watched a harvest coming in yesterday evening - fantastic as the sun set.  You've captured the feeling I had really well Martin. Lovely write.

weeping-willow

eileen-prunster

"Tawny millpond stubble seas
         are lifted wave by wave
  Mechanically exposed, tossed over
     Broken, pummeled flat again"

Winter clothes as yet we shun
 Creeping through our summer weave

Wow    I feel a bit pummeled flat by your poem in a good way  Lol

raj-arumugam

very evocative and beautiful description of the harvest and all associated emotions, Martin...love this 'nature-country' poem...

dieingembers

Omg this is beautiful nature and the changing seasons and the line dead mens fingers excellent metaphor. Keep em' coming M and missed u 2