Harvest

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Bravely and with brilliance
we stand equal distance
from the evening and morning star.

Admire the gifts I bare;
Fall fruit, honeyed by the last long dawn of the season.
There will be apples through the winter,
but they won’t be as sweet
as I am ripe,
in this moment.

(While looking for images for this poem I came across the myth of Vertumnus & Pomona. Which led me to the amazing bronze of Pomona with apples  by Aristide Maillol)
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