Harvest Hope-Our Winter of Rest
Harvest Hope—Our Winter of Rest
Harvest Hope—Our Winter of Rest
The lonely red rose rustled and faltered,
Weary and ravaged
And burdened with age,
She listened with dread, with longing then rue.
Silently drooping
In fierce summer’s heat,
Decay settled in, yet lower she bowed,
Hardened and harried
Weeping her petals.
Winds whistled and howled, somber and sorrowed,
Frazzled in winter
in flurries of woe,
She willingly waved; her time had arrived.
Her duty dismissed
Reminding us all.
Acceptance loves life, its song for the spring.
Renewal stands strong
And brings us new life.
Surely death’s coming, the time no one can know.
God as our gardener
Sings harvest and hope.
For soon we are swept
Into God’s winter snow.
God whispers His love,
“My child, you are home.”
~ Patricia Tiffany Morris
This poem won the following AWARDS and PUBLICATION:
Part of Fight Songs: A Collection of Poetry-1st place in Serious Writer’s Blue Seal Award - 2019
Part of Fight Songs: A Collection of Poetry-2nd place in Florida Tapestry Awards 2019
And published by Lost Pen Magazine in Feb 2021
