(Photo Title: Feather) THE HARVEST
Poetry and Photography by Bill Davies

THE HARVEST

There is a harvest

that resides deep within

There is a harvest farther down

folded in the heart

--sleeping

where fruiting seeds are sown


The Princess in her tower fair

the Knight upon his horse

both may fall upon the wailing wall or worse


inherited memories befall

them all


Even the stray dog in

bewildered haze

blinded by the path behind

still follows

the path that lay before

it seems a--- maze?

Amaze could be the

wonder of it all?


And so the bitter sharp wind calls

The double edge sword may fall

The dance of days will come to play

with the coming of the age


And brought to term the past

-----does will the task

to roll the rock from off the path


(In peace may all burdens fall away)