The summer’s remaining bounty, harvested for the season’s last soup. Though the sun is low, fruit grips the vine, and kale fights like a hardy … (Please read on ….) New Earth By barbara Leonhard Thank you, Juan Re Crivello, for publishing my poem today on Gobblers & Masticadores! Juan is the creator and Director... Continue Reading →
This New Earth
This New Earth The summer harvest Has been reaped To feed our souls. The last bounty gone To the dust of leaves, Clinging to the mother branch Until the swirling breeze Seizes them for the ground To heal the soil, dried From August drought. One last fruit, Grateful for the light, Ferociously... Continue Reading →