Harvest moon

A bright full moon
shines at its fullest.
We harvest tonight
what we sowed
when the summer rains passed,
and nurtured
when the summer drought threatened.
Together we gather
what will be in store for the coming winter.

While the rest of you are busy
collecting the golden promises
of a happy winter;
in my fields, I gather gleefully,
kernelless corn
and drying sods.

Do you think this bounty,
my armfull,
will be enough
to get me through this winter
to a new spring?