And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.
Galatians 6:9
Pea ponds dangled in early summer breeze, as their late fruit bulge in green jackets waiting to emerge from their resting cove.
People wander through life in hopes of achieving; while nurturing good grows stale.
Seedy raspberries, filled with sweet summer juice hang from brittle, dried, thorny canes;
will soon plop to the earth if not picked.
Sin runs through the veins of people waiting
to sow destruction and bring forth evil fruit.
Green tomatoes wait patiently to ripen; long for the thunder storm in which their tantalizing, tender, taste emerges forth.
Grace gives hope in dark places and bares a quality of fruit in which to satisfy a man’s soul.
One can follow the Light and do good, or wallow in darkness snuffing out seasoned fruit to bring love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness and self-control. What will be gathered in the basket a man carries?
Patti Wolf 
The choices we make are so important – for ourselves and for others.
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Too much wallowing at the moment I think. I do not exempt myself. (K)
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Indeed. Lovely basket of metaphors; its own fruit. Or fruiting. Thanks for sharing the bounty with earthweal. – Brendan
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That is such a good question at the end. I think we are reaping some of what has been sown at the moment and it is rather alarming. A beautiful poem of reflection.
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Thanks Sherry. There’s so many questions when it comes to a life.
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For sure we always reap what we sow, one way or another. Well said Patti!
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Ingrid, too bad it seems to take too long for people to realize their actions bring forth consequences.
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