Harvest Bloom

Weep amber rain
Dewdrops shall stain
Flowers ought swoon
‘Neath harvest moon

Quench tints deep
Fodder as she’ll weep
Tragic tis eternal misery
Longing for impetuous sea

Luna most blessed prayer
Alight upon balmy air
Amidst swell of gold
Tis comfort to behold.

Beauty on display
Aglow in splendid array
For times of sorrow
There shall arise tomorrow.