Reaping Moon

Gathering poetry from fading light
and seeds from meadow flowers,
cutting down swathes,
curved edges of the scythes
sweeping and all the grasses falling.

When I was soil
the seeds were in my eyes,
lying down in the dreaming
as the world around me died
and the moon circled her pale steed.

Now I walk between
the barren fields
and meadow flowers
carrying hope in a handful of bees
and a curved blade to reap the wilted hours.

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