Dreams of a Harvest Moon

Poem inspired by a contest using words wind,leaves,harvest,bells,golden,frost,fall,garden

Dreams of a Harvest Moon

The convection oven outside
is cooking me.
The brightly beaming sun,
the parched ground,
and the hot wind;
assaulting me.
So I pass the days
in dark air conditioned rooms,
tall glasses of ice tea and porch swings;
wishing for cooler days of brisk winds
and falling leaves.
The colors of harvest time come to me
in golden wisps of wishful thinking;
the harvest moon, frosted breath
and comfort food worth over eating.
Dreams of eating vegetables from my garden;
instead of the frozen ones from my deep freeze.
Eventually,
the draining heat of summer will come to an end.
And the coolness of fall will be ushered in.
Then soon after I will hear the silver bells
of winter in the distance
ringing in the new year.
But for now,
the heat will keep me in reality.
No garden to harvest,
or raking of leaves;
just the fluorescent sun
and convection oven heat.