The Harvest

Peaches,

Hanging golden globes;

Pears

Swelling, rosy cheeked;

Tomatoes,

Juicy, ripe, begging to be eaten;

Apples

Falling to the ground

With a bounce in their step.

We

Yearning to gather them in,

Savor them.

Our Father

Providing our bounty,

Yearns to gather us too

In His harvest.

Some of us

Are in a pickle!