Nonetheless – Harvest
I also wished to celebrate the harvest
But everything was taken by the rest
The trees had no more apples nor some pears
The orchard had not a single fig to spare.
But suddenly on the edge of the slope
From in between the tired thorns
A squill looks up and said – you, hey!
"Take me for home for the holiday".
The white of the squill was too small
To honor the feast that's loved by all
The rest was gathered way before I came
And absolutely nothing had remained
Yet suddenly sparkling from a bush
Peeking was - a black, sweet shiny fruit
A blackberry cluster – looking grand
"Hey pick me up and take me with your hand"
With a bright squill, and berries in my bag
Would they suffice to celebrate the Chag?
So I made my way on through the paths
To check out anything that I may add.
As I heard the hum of autumn dusk
At the golden skyline, the horizon
A light cloud stretched out its arm to me
Offering to walk me to the feast
All was gathered yet I have the best.
For me as well – there was plenty left.
To the feast – my blessed crops I took
An autumn cloud, a squill and berries – too.