Geese filled fields and apple fragrant orchards
Fruit stands bursting bins—
Bees tumble in velvet blooms
Gather sweetness, fly through honeyed air.
Grapes hang heavy on vines, purple, red and green.
Such sweetness asks you to breathe out blessings there.
Salmon streak streams with silver
And hunters lie in twilight darkening
Waiting for swift white tail deer.
--Barbara Spring
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