Harvest
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
They wait for swift white
tail deer.
--Barbara Spring
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