An Autumn Haiku

When Harvest Falls to Reap It All

Reaper skipped lone
Stalk defiant standing tall
Amongst husks of fall

I live amongst the farming fields of northern Indiana. And in September, that means harvesting season.

The other day, while driving home, I was struck by the site of recently harvested field of corn. There stood a lone talk of corn. It’s neighbors now feed to the harvester combine. Alone with the onset of decay; it’s leafy tips turning brown as it’s season drew to a close.

These lonely stalks are common amongst the machine harvested fields. A reminder that even the machine precision can forget to gather it’s all.