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.
--Barbara Spring
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Monday, August 29, 2016
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
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.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Returning Home
Basic Instincts
Goslings follow the leader—
waddling after an imprint.
Veed geese fly home
the arctic tern,
the hummingbird,
and bright eyed warblers
fly to their tropical havens.
Lake trout swirl at river mouths
then race upstream.
American eels return from the sea
to freshwater streams.
Undersea
lobsters march in single file—
they know exactly where
they are going.
And we humans also know
where we are going
God’s green imprint is
upon our hearts.
--Barbara Spring
Excerpted from my book: Sophia's Lost and Found: Poems of Above and Below
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