Whispers of the Soul

Fall

Harvest Feast

In the golden glow of the autumn sun,
A tapestry of colors, the harvest has begun.
Fields, once vibrant, now stand bare,
Yet life's bounty fills the air with care.

Pumpkins, round and bright, adorn every porch,
With their cheerful faces, they guide us like a torch.
The scent of apples, crisp and sweet,
Teases the senses, an autumnal treat.

Gathered together, family and friends,
Around a long table where laughter never ends.
Hearty meals served, warmth fills the air,
A cornucopia of flavors, each dish made with care.

Roasted squash glistens, seasoned just right,
Mashed potatoes, fluffy, a comforting sight.
Fresh-baked bread, golden and warm,
Wrapped in the love of the season's charm.

Cider flows freely, spiced just so,
While stories are shared, and memories grow.
Children dart about, with joy in their eyes,
As the last rays of daylight bid summer goodbyes.

Candles flicker softly, casting a glow,
As we gather in gratitude, letting love flow.
With every bite savored, every toast raised high,
We celebrate life's gifts beneath the vast sky.

And as we feast, our hearts intertwine,
In this harvest gathering, a bond so divine.
With each passing season, we cherish and trust,
In the warmth of togetherness, in love we adjust.

So here's to the harvest, the feast we create,
In the dance of the seasons, we nurture our fate.
With pumpkins and apples, and laughter so sweet,
We gather together, in life's joyful retreat.