Harvest

Harvest: – I did not sow like a farmer: careful in rows – rather like the wind: took something here, something there, and scattered it on fertile grounds, I hoped. – A lot of weed grew with it, and it is a threat for the precious fruits. – So it is time to weed as long as the sun has power still – in order that the collected treasures may ripe to new fullness – and a golden autumn will lead everything to a blessed ending.