Harvest

Gather the deeds
The words and the symbols
Like a blessed harvest too heavy to carry

Gather the blossoms
That ripened into memories
Of summer that prematurely passed on

Gather all the images of her beautiful face
As the fruit and the grain
The earth is gray beneath the stalks
And it can't give you anything more
(x2)

There is no more stem dreaming about its ear
There is no more " Nedarai Ve'asurai"
Only the wind's promise that the rain will in time
Rebuild the dust at the end of Tishrei.