Look not yet reach and pluck
This rotten fruit that smells to Heaven.
Gently for I am soft
Full of worms which I invited.
Send them home. Lift me to yours --
There to rest and ripen
In the newborn fullness of the Harvest.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 6:52 PM UTC
Look not yet reach and pluck
This rotten fruit that smells to Heaven.
Gently for I am soft
Full of worms which I invited.
Send them home. Lift me to yours --
There to rest and ripen
In the newborn fullness of the Harvest.