The Harvest Calls!

The harvest calls

Time to reap

What you have sown.

Flesh and bone

Tears and blood

All into the making

Of your harvest’s yield.

And, what have you sacrificed

As you stand ready to

Receive your reward?

What have you tended

And nurtured that

Has not produced

Sweet fruit?

What have you neglected

And allowed to wither and fall

Because you did not

See its bounty?

What sunlight and rain

Have you drawn into

Your own being to grow

The harvest of your

Own potential?

The harvest calls

Time to reap

What you have sown!

Author’s Notes: In the Spirit of Lammas, this poem offers up a call to look more carefully about how your efforts and focus are directed. The First Harvest brings us to a place of sacrificing what is not viable yield and gathering to ourselves what will nourish and sustain us throughout the months ahead. What hope and potential was fed at Imbolc is now manifest and what choices we make to cut away to reach the ripeness of that potential will impart their wisdom on the next Turn of the Wheel.

Blessed Lammas!

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About the Author:

Robin Fennelly is a Wiccan High Priestess, teacher, poet and author.

She is the author of:

The Inner Chamber Volume One

It’s Written in the Stars

Astrology

The Inner Chamber, Vol. Two

poetry of the Spheres (Volume 2)

Qabalah

The Inner Chamber, Vol. Three