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

Waiting for swift white tail deer.

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--Barbara Spring