FreyasDay - Poetry Day

I belong to Eric Whitacre's Virtual Choir facebook 'family' and he put the call out for Poets and Writers to submit their words for an upcoming concert in Germany on October 31.
This is my submission:

We Walk In Golden Forests

We walk in golden forests, breathe deep their spicy smell;

This is Autumn, this the Season,

Summer’s soft farewell.

Blue wood-smoke crests the plum-rose hills-

The titian pear gleams beneath its bough;

Looks down on one who tills the earth and will plow deeper

 for next year's harvest.

Life never rests even beneath fresh turned soil-

Next year another crop, next year another  toil.

In gardens,

twisted, plaited brakes of corn stand bereft

Now completely shorn of leaves and fruit.

The vegetables all leaf and root of them are pulled in and stored.

We, like squirrels, cache away our secret hoard;

The ruby jams, liquid amethyst in jars, all jewels of summer

Waiting to be spread upon the Festal Board.

Outside a cold mist hugs the ground,

While star-lit overhead

There’s a welcome knock, the guests arrive

In time for fresh-baked bread.

Blessings of welcome guests, fresh baked bread and joy.