The Harvest
By Angelika Tyhansky, '22
Thin lips weave into a smile
Soft cheeks following suit
Rays of crisp daylight filtering
In through my eyes mute
Flare your nose in rhythm
With an unchained melody
Nimble fingers lifting water
Within a puddle of energy
Let me drink you in
Leave me with your translucent wisps
And when I flutter through the wind
Wait for my love’s lisp
Tiptoe beneath the sun
Have her kiss your bronze skin
But wrap your shoulders in a forest
For fear of me seeing within
I’ve lived for far too long
In summer’s eternal unrest
I now remain and wander in autumn
And search for the harvest
Tell my mother I’ll be home soon
In time for my hand to be sold
But I need to feel the dew on my nose
I’ll go to autumn and watch you unfold
My eardrums are filled
With your saccharine voice
No matter the way I turn
You are my only choice
Memories of our timeline
Trickle into your mind
Now I see you
And what I must find
Soft cheeks following suit
Rays of crisp daylight filtering
In through my eyes mute
Flare your nose in rhythm
With an unchained melody
Nimble fingers lifting water
Within a puddle of energy
Let me drink you in
Leave me with your translucent wisps
And when I flutter through the wind
Wait for my love’s lisp
Tiptoe beneath the sun
Have her kiss your bronze skin
But wrap your shoulders in a forest
For fear of me seeing within
I’ve lived for far too long
In summer’s eternal unrest
I now remain and wander in autumn
And search for the harvest
Tell my mother I’ll be home soon
In time for my hand to be sold
But I need to feel the dew on my nose
I’ll go to autumn and watch you unfold
My eardrums are filled
With your saccharine voice
No matter the way I turn
You are my only choice
Memories of our timeline
Trickle into your mind
Now I see you
And what I must find