falling rise, the spring of fall-

falling rise, the spring of fall-

the fruit it ripes to picking's pluck

& all autumnal harvest hands

uplift to greet you in your seasons.

& in the turning of the leaf &

fore the void of winter's chill,

we fill our barrels, jams to can.

bounties in our sunken pantries,

meat is salted in its larder

& all that's jerked and jellied is for keeping.

& in our sundry stores - all goods as these

are suched for morrow's making,

a laying on all tables

to feast our dark nights thru.